Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Stanley heard it and nodded in approval, "Your brother is right, that flower is not something you should want, you can't even think about it, not even when you grow up."

Looking at him admonishing his daughter with a serious face, Violet was amused.

He and Calvin don't want Arya to grow up and marry someone.

Under a flurry of snatching, the bouquet was eventually held in Jessie's hand.

She actually didn't expect that the person who eventually grabbed the bouquet would be herself, but looking at the envious gazes of the others, she calmed down, picked up the bouquet and waved it at Violet, smiling happily.

Violet smiled at her, "Congratulations, you're about to be the next bride."

"Thanks." Jessie smiled and nodded.

George, who was sitting in his seat, listened to Violet's words, and then looked at Jessie's happy smile, his eyes couldn't help but sink.

Is she so impatient to be the next bride, does she have a boyfriend?

Thinking about this possibility, George's heart was inexplicably annoyed.

He didn't take the annoyance seriously, though, getting up and quietly leaving the scene.

Because there weren't many people at the scene, and Violet and Stanley were standing relatively high, his departure was naturally caught in their eyes.

Violet looked at his back and sighed inwardly.

She had nothing to say about George.

She only wished that he could get her over sooner.

Stanley, on the other hand, withdrew his gaze and agreed with George's departure without any words.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that George had helped Violet and the two children five years ago, for this wedding, he wouldn't have invited George at all. Now George would leave if he wanted to.

Jessie also noticed George's departure.

After all, George was the one she loved, and she would naturally subconsciously pay attention to him.

Looking at his slumped back, Jessie's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

But soon, after hearing that a photo was going to be taken, she withdrew her gaze and stopped paying attention to George.

The wedding was about to finish.

After seeing off all the guests, Stanley and Violet took the car back home.

Fraser went back to the company and dealt with Sophie's matter.

As for Jessie, Linda and Aimee, the three of them said goodbye to each other and left.

Linda went to Fraser's residence and Aimee went back to the hotel Violet had arranged for her.

Jessie, on the other hand, had gone to find George.

This was the second time she'd gone to him since she'd found the badge.

The way he had just left made her uneasy.

However, Jessie looked around for George, but couldn't find him.

She'd been his hospital, his residence, while he hadn't gone back to the hospital, or to his residence, she did not know where he'd gone.

This made Jessie's heart grow more and more uneasy and restless.

She was really afraid that he would be greatly stimulated by Violet's wedding and do something murderous, like committing suicide, or have a relapse of his mental illness to hurt others. So, she had to find him.

But unfortunately, Jessie did not find George till it was night. She tried to call George's phone, but his phone was power off, which made her into a daze, and she did not know what to do. She thought about asking Violet and Stanley to help her find them, but that thought was quickly dismissed.

It was their wedding night, how could she be bothered with them?

Just as Jessie was sitting in front of George's apartment, hugging her knees helplessly, the cell phone she had placed on the ground next to her rang.

She raised her head and glanced at it listlessly, and when she saw it was George calling, her spirit was instantly restored and she hurriedly picked up her phone.

Had he turned on his phone and seen those messages she'd sent him, so he'd called back?

This made Jessie's heart almost jump with joy, after all, she couldn't find him in the past and had sent him so many messages, he never replied.

Now that he's back, how can she not be happy?

Thinking, Jessie picked up the phone and after taking a deep breath, she answered it in a hurry, "George."

"Is this Miss Jessie?" An unfamiliar male voice came over the phone.

The smile on Jessie's face froze, then she nodded, "I am, may I ask who you are and how did you get my friend's phone?"

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Or maybe George had an accident and he was in the hospital?

Jessie began to get restless, and her hand subconsciously clenched her phone.

On the phone, the man's voice rang out again, "I'm the manager of the Blue Star Bar, here's the deal, your friend was drunk and unconscious at my place. I fished his phone out of his pocket, turned it on and found that you had sent him a lot of text messages, so I dialed it straight away. Please come over and settle the bill for this gentleman and take him away. "

Jessie was confused for a few seconds before finally responding, "Okay, I'll be right over."

The call ended and she put the phone down with a huge sigh of relief.

Great, George is fine, he's just drunk, what a waste of worry for him.

But the thought of George going to drink, Jessie's was more or less unpleasant.

George is a doctor and basically rarely drinks, much less gets himself drunk because it affects the smoothness of his hands and can affect the surgery.

But this time, he made an exception and got himself drunk.

Is it because he can't accept it in his heart seeing Violet and Mr. Murphy's wedding?

Jessie's eyes were moistened and her heart was sour.

Still, she got up and set off to pick up him from the Blue Star Bar.

Half an hour later, Jessie drove to the bar and found George, who was drunk on the sofa, under the guidance of the waiter.

His clothes were rumpled, his collar was open, his tie was torn, and even his hair was sticking up in a mess on top of his head, making it obvious at first glance that he was a drunk. Jessie sighed.

It was the first time she had seen such a wretched George.

"This is for you, go pay for the bill." Jessie took out a card from her bag and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter took it with both hands and went to the cashier to pay for the bill.

Jessie bent down and helped George up, ready to take him away.

Suddenly, George let out a mutter, "Don't...... Don't get a boyfriend!"

Jessie froze for a moment and looked at him.

His eyes were still tightly closed, and it was clear that the words he had just spoken were only dream words.

Just don't understand what that means.

"Who don't get a boyfriend?" Jessie looked at George and asked in a small voice, a hint of anticipation rising in her heart.

But George was running out of responses.

Jessie bit her lip in loss and supported him towards the cashier.

The waiter happened to come over, ready to give her back her card. He handed it over, then followed her out of the bar, helped her open the door, and shoved George into the passenger side. "Thanks." Jessie gave a smile to the waiter.

"You're welcome." The waiter waved his hand and went back to the bar.

Jessie closed the passenger door, went around to go into the driver's seat, and then twisted around, buckling George's seat belt.

After that, Jessie was ready to drive.

Just as she was pulling her body back, George suddenly grabbed her hand.

Jessie froze.

In the next second, with a force in his hand, George yanked Jessie into his arms. Jessie crashed into his chest, her body hurting a little from his hard chest.

Before she could cry out, though, a shadow fell over her head.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐