Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"Okay." Aimee yawned.

Violet saw the tiredness under her eyelids and said with concern, "Aimee, if you're tired, go and rest first."

"No need." Aimee waved her hand and declined her kind offer, "I'll wait until you've finished eating."

Aimee pointed to the tray, and the bowls and chopsticks in Violet's hand, and said with a smile, "You probably don't really want to go down, after all, you don't really want to see Mr. Murphy, he's still down there."

Violet was silenced as she spoke her mind.

Aimee smiled again, "Okay, I'll stop talking, you eat."

Violet gave a nod and continued eating.

But she didn't seem to have much of an appetite, and when she ate, she didn't take it too seriously, as if she had something on her mind the whole time.

Aimee saw it and didn't ask what was on her mind.

After all, she didn't need to think much, she could guess that it must be about Mr. Murphy.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

For a moment, the room was quiet, neither of them speaking again, only the sound of shallow breathing, and the sound of eating recurring.

Violet finished eating and put down the dishes in her hands.

Hearing the movement, Aimee put down the phone in her hand and looked over towards her, "Finished eating?"

Violet gave a nod.

Aimee asked again, "Are you full? If not, I'll go down and get you some more."

"That's enough, I'm already full, if I can't get enough of this much, then wouldn't I be the king of appetites?" Violet said with a smile as she wiped her mouth.

Aimee yawned again, "Alright then, I'll go down first then."

"Well, go ahead and get some rest early." Violet nodded her head.

Aimee picked up the tray and got up, heading for the door, after two steps, she seemed to think of something else, turned her head back and looked at Violet with a smile, "Violet, do you want me to ask where Mr. Murphy is sleeping tonight?"

Violet's eyes flashed, seemingly very interested, but soon, she suppressed the interest and shook her head, "No need, the villa is so big, there are so many rooms, he can stay in any room."

"Do you really not need me to ask?" Aimee confirmed once again.

Violet still nodded, "No need."

"Fine." Aimee shrugged her shoulders, "I won't ask then, I'll leave now, bye, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Violet squeezed out a smile in response.

Aimee turned her head back, before she lifted her feet and continued towards the door.

Soon, she came downstairs.

Stanley, who had been sitting in the living room, waiting for her to come down, heard the movement and immediately got up from the sofa and turned to look at the stairs, "Has she eaten?"

His sudden words startled Aimee and she almost fell down the stairs.

But fortunately, she reacted promptly and steadied herself in time, which allowed her to regain her footing, and then looked at Stanley with sultry eyes, "Mr. Murphy, please, next time make a sound, can you wait for me to stand on the flat ground first?"

Stanley frowned, then asked again, "Has she eaten?"

." The corners of Aimee's mouth twitched, speechless.

The man didn't listen to her at all, he only cared about whether Violet had eaten or not.

Surely a good man.

But to a friend, he was not a good friend!

Aimee didn't bother about the man who had just nearly caused her to fall over, she was afraid she would be angry if she did.

"Yes." Aimee walked over with the tray and handed it to Stanley for him to see.

The corners of Stanley's mouth curved slightly when he saw the almost clean meal.

He had been worried before that Violet would be annoyed with him and then deliberately refused to eat.

After all, it was not like women would not do such things.

And he had just searched the internet and the number of women who would behave in this way was up to seventy percent.

So he was worried if Violet was also in this seventy percent.

But now, thankfully, it turned out that he was over-worried and she was inside that remaining thirty percent.

"Not bad." Stanley spoke up and praised.

Aimee rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Murphy, I'll put these in the kitchen." Aimee said as she looked at the tray in her hand.

Stanley sat down again, "No hurry, have a seat first."

He pointed to the opposite seat.

Aimee raised her eyebrows, not daring to disobey this man's order, she put down her tray and walked over to sit down, "Mr. Murphy, do you want to talk to me about something?" Stanley folded his legs and looked at her with arrogance, "How is she now?"

"Violet?"

"Or what?" Stanley squinted at her, looking at her like she was a fool.

Aimee's face froze in a smile, then the corners of her mouth twitched, one hand quietly placed behind her back and clenched into a fist, her heart furious.

What kind of look was that?

If she hadn't been unable to mess with this man and didn't dare to, she would have hammered his head!

Taking a deep breath, Aimee pushed down the anger in her heart and resumed her smile on her face, "Mr. Murphy, Violet is fine now."

"Is that so?" Stanley's eyes flickered slightly, then he asked, "Did she cry?"

He remembered that when he had left the room, her eyes were red and there was a faint glint of water in the corner of them.

So he had always wondered if she had been alone in her room crying secretly after he had left.

Hearing Stanley's question, Aimee first froze, then recalled how she saw Violet and said with some uncertainty, "It seems like she had cried, when I just went up there, although Violet was not crying, her eyes were a bit swollen, so she might have cried."

Stanley's heart sank and he didn't say anything anymore, his heart was a bit self-conscious.

She did cry, it was he who had wronged her and broken her heart.

But he would rather she shed tears than see her wounded and bleeding.

Thinking, the expression on Stanley's face, quickly regained its calmness, and he looked at Aimee, "I know, how is the persuasion going?"

He remembered that when this woman came upstairs, she said with a look of assurance that she would help him persuade Violet.

"Well ......"

Aimee didn't expect Stanley to ask this out of the blue, so she was in a quandary for a while.

Stanley saw her reaction like this and narrowed his eyes, "What? You didn't persuade her?'

"No, no, no, I did, Mr. Murphy, I really did." Aimee hurriedly waved her hand and shook her head to explain, "I did persuade Violet to leave here and stay with the children when the time came, but after I heard the reason why Violet did not want to leave, I knew I could not persuade her, because both of you were right and I was caught in the middle, how could I persuade her? If I persuaded Violet, it would be unfair to Violet, and if I persuaded you, it would be unfair to you, moreover, I don't dare to persuade you." Aimee looked at Stanley and said sorrowfully.

Stanley's thin lips were pursed into a straight line, he was not much surprised by her answer, he even expected it, the reason why he asked was just bit of hope.

"I know, you can go." Stanley waved his hand and said impatiently to Aimee.

Aimee rolled her eyes and mentally cursed at him.

When this man needed her help, he was so nice to her and offered her with a seat.

After not getting anything out of her, he just kicked her out impatiently!☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐