Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"It's nothing. I just wanted to let you know," Stanley Batton said.

Xyla Quest hugged her husband tightly. "Those things won't happen to me because I believe your parents wouldn't let them." "Yeah, I know, but I just wanted to make sure," he told her.

Stanley knew his parents' temperament very well, but he still wanted to reassure Xyla in the event she felt upset at any given time. More importantly, he didn't want her to tolerate anyone who gave her a hard time. He wouldn't allow himself or his parents to upset her.

"I know. Honestly, if anything like that happened, I'd tolerate it for your sake," Xyla replied.

"I'm so protective of you that you don't even have to put up with me. Why should you put up with anyone else?" he asked.

Hearing him, she felt secure, a warm sensation flowing through her chest. Even the air tasted sweet.

Smiling, she continued to hug Stanley. "You are so unlike other people. I've struck gold with you."

"I'm the one who struck gold," he countered.

His wife was gentle, pretty, independent, elegant, and street-smart. There was nothing he could pick on, and that made her the best woman in the world.

"All right, let's stop blowing each other's trumpets and go to bed," she suggested.

"Okay."

Soon, they fell asleep, both sleeping soundly, perhaps due to the comfort provided by their own large bed.

Meanwhile, Sharon Lindt snuck out of bed and started to walk out of her room in the darkness.

Hearing her movements, Wilson Batton instantly turned on the lights, staring at her in surprise. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on the children. I don't feel safe letting a bunch of strangers look after them," Sharon whispered.

though she had hired nannies that were highly sought after in the country with rave reviews under their belts, she still couldn't fully entrust

I'll be fine

I miss those two already," he insisted, not wanting to spend a single

adorable grandchildren, he wished he

wife sighed. "I miss them too much,

these two the most. Wilson shared her feelings, too. Holding hands, they walked into the nursery, pushing the door open to find all six nannies

were not asleep yet, as two nannies held them, lulling

had their assigned tasks, and they all worked harmoniously

the children up into their arms respectively. "Let us take it from here," Sharon told

saying a word to avoid disrupting the peaceful

Batton while Wilson carried Leon Batton in

children had innocent looks in their large, clear eyes, smiling

of seeing through all

children to sleep, which they did very soon in their embrace without any fuss. There was a light and milky scent on them, an aroma that appealed to Sharon

were still reluctant

despite them already asleep

quietly

tiny

faces in wonder.

their plump hands clinging on the edges of Sharon and Wilson's shirts. Holding

bent over to look at the adorably sleeping children, all feeling fond of

why don't you put them on the bed? It's very

gazed lovingly at his grandchildren. "No, I want to carry them for a while.

Sharon

have a great husband, but