Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 1963

At this moment, Xyla Quest's motherly instincts had been activated.

Her gaze softened as she lovingly rubbed her lower belly. She imagined her adorable baby doing flips in her stomach while she ate.

She was able to visualize her baby growing each day in her stomach, as well as her loving husband and father by her side.

Xyla felt like she was the luckiest girl in the world.

After dinner at the Quest family's house, Xyla and Stanley Batton strolled out of the house, holding each other's hand.

It was cloudy outside, and snow the size of goose feathers fell from the sky.

The large snowflakes glistened brightly under the lights.

The courtyard was covered in a white blanket, looking clean and picturesque.

"Honey, why don't we take a leisurely walk home right now? We can leave the car behind and then send someone over to get it tomorrow," Xyla suggested.

"Okay." Stanley would never turn down any of her requests.

He removed his black coat and then draped it over Xyla's white coat. "It's freezing outside. If we're going to walk, you need to stay warm,"

Stanley was left only with a dark blue woolen turtleneck sweater, looking elegant with its soft fabric.

Xyla felt chilly just by looking at him.

She was about to return his coat when he reached out to wrap it tightly around her. "Be good, Darling, you're pregnant."

"But you'll be cold," she argued.

The scent of his cologne still lingered on his coat. It was a mildly scented cologne from Tom Ford's Oud Wood collection. It smelled particularly earthy, exclusive, and befitting a winter day like this. It was one of her favorite colognes.

"I'm not cold. Let's go."

Holding her hand, Stanley led her forward through the heavy snowfall, leaving their footprints on the ground.

Within a short time, their heads had turned white as snow continued to fall on them.

Xyla seemed like a kitten that

obediently trotted along next to Stanley She looked up at the snowy sky. "This weather is perfect for stir-fried sugary chestnuts, roasted sweet potatoes, and hot pot."

For her, these were the three staple dishes

a winter day, a habit

developed ever since

child.

Xyla turned to gaze at her husband. "Aren't you cold?"

"Yeah," he answered, then abruptly changed the subject. "Do you want to eat those?"

"No, I was just randomly bringing it up," she replied.

He silently held Xyla's hand, choosing not to reply further.

He glanced at her hair, now

in snow "Xyla, let's be tored

forever until we're old and

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"Of course," she nodded, her lips curling into a smile. "Honey, for how long will you love me?"

"A very, very long time."

"Exactly how long is that?" Xyla asked.

"I'll love you even after I've become a ghost," Stanley vowed softly.

Xyla immediately felt herself melting, feeling warm on the inside.

"Me too," she replied with a chuckle.

He smiled quietly, slowly lifting her hand to kiss it gently.

"Watch your steps. Don't fall," he warned.

"Okay."