Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 2063

Xyla Quest reached out to Leon Batton, while Stanley Batton reached out to Lynette Batton.

The twins each grabbed their parents' index fingers respectively.

Xyla felt her heart swelling with pride, seeing Leon's tiny soft hand hold hers.

Stanley felt the same way.

His eyes lingered on his wife before landing on his children, feeling intensely content.

He believed that his life would be perfect if the nine-tailed demon fox didn't exist and if he didn't have karmic debts from his past life.

His life could be peaceful and free of worries with a stable marriage and adorable children. Nobody could be happier than him in the world.

They continued gazing at their children tenderly, neither of them seemed willing to let go.

Without realizing it, half an hour had gone by.

Xyla's waist began to ache from bending forward for an extended period. Frowning slightly, she straightened back up carefully, gently stroking her waist where the anesthetic was applied.

For cesarean delivery, the needle of the anesthetic injection was thick, so women normally suffered from its side effects for a long time.

Xyla was no exception.

Lately, she'd feel some discomfort on that part of her waist now and then, usually when she sat or bent over for too long.

She figured it would take a long time for her to fully recover.

"What's the matter?" Stanley asked, noticing her discomfort.

"It's not a big deal. The injection site on my waist felt uncomfortable," Xyla answered.

Wordlessly, he directly lifted her and carried her to the double bed nearby, his eyes narrowing in concern.

"Why are you feeling uncomfortable again? Lie down, and I'll give you a massage."

"It's fine. I was bent over for too long. It might also be because we went through a lot in the afternoon," Xyla said.

Stanley's facial expression became even more stern. "Xyla, you have to listen to me from now on, okay? You must rest more." Xyla nodded.

He flipped her body around carefully

and pressed her gently against the bed. He then sat next to her and gingerly massaged the part of her waist that was aching.

His hand seemed to possess some strange magic.

Xyla was already feeling much better just by having Stanley massage her waist a few times.

Meanwhile, the nannies watching

nearby couldn't help but exchange

glances. They were hired to look

after the children, not being

constantly envious.

Why were Xyla and Stanley so natural with their show of intimacy?

The longer these women stayed in the house, the more they wished they were Xyla.

She was so lucky!

Who could've imagined that a distinguished man like Stanley would give his wife massages at home?

They had gotten to know a side of Stanley that nobody else did.

"It feels good," Xyla murmured, spreading her arms wider. Her facial expression was making it clear that she enjoyed it. Stanley smiled in satisfaction. "That's good to hear."

Xyla was feeling much better after a while so she got up carefully. "I'm fine now. Thank you, Honey."

"Silly girl, don't mention it. Since you're

Our

36ing better, let's go b for bed," he suggested bet

room for a shower and get ready

Xyla nodded. She was being very obedient.

Stanley picked her up wordlessly and walked out of the room.