One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 928 Violet is Angry

Then, Jessie would avoid George and even stay away from him.

Only in this way is it possible to avoid the possibility of falling in love with George all over again.

After all, she loved him so much before that the probability of falling in love with him again would be

very low, and she has no choice but to run away from George in order to avoid falling in love again.

When Jessie did this, how could it not be for his own protection?

She forgot all her past memories of George, she didn't know him and didn't know if he was worth

trusting, so she wouldn't fall in love with him easily.

Because she didn't know if he would hurt her again after she fell in love all over again.

She had already been hurt once, and went to hypnotize herself in order to forget him and let go of him.

If she fell in love all over again and got hurt again, she didn't know if she could survive.

After all, for Jessie, having fallen into the same man twice in a row, she really had no idea of living

anymore, she would feel useless, knowing that it was a fire pit, why did she have to jump in again and

get hurt that was also self-inflicted.

It is said that where there is once domestic abuse, there is a second and countless times.

In the same way that one hurts a person, there is sure to be a second time.

Jessie will not fall in love with George so easily as long as she keeps this thought in mind.

So it's not that easy for George to regain her heart, there's still a long way to go.

This includes gaining the forgiveness her parents as well.

She believes that for the next few years, perhaps George will have to surround himself with Jessie and

the Robinson family.

Thinking, Violet shook her head and laughed lightly, then held onto the railing and moved on upstairs.

She had intended to ask Aimee for clarification and ask her what she had actually sent.

If Aimee doesn't say anything, force her to.

But now, she wasn't in that mood either.

One by two, they kept it from her, and George, who guessed what it was at the back, also kept it from

her, leaving her with no curiosity at all about what was in the box.

After all, curiosity has its heat, and when it wears off, there is naturally nothing left.

She might as well go to her room and rest for a while.

Violet returned to the third floor, opened the door to her room and walked in.

In the room, the man is still sitting on the sofa, laptop on his lap, and is burying his head in tapping.

Hearing footsteps, the man said without looking up, "You are back."

Violet nodded her head.

Stanley finally lifted his head from the computer and turned it to look at her, "Where have you been?"

"Went downstairs, ready to find Aimee and ask her what she had sent. It's okay that she was secretive,

but you followed suit, making me itchy, so I couldn't resist going to her."

"Oh? Did you ask for clarification then?" Stanley asked teasingly.

It was clear in his mind that she must not have asked.

If she had the answer, she would not have looked like this, but would have blushed.

Sure enough, hearing the man's words, Violet gave him a blank look, "If I had the answer, would I still

look like this?"

Stanley laughed low.

Violet said with no good grace, "You guys are hiding it from me, Aimee is hiding it from me, and even

George is hiding it from me! It really pisses me off!"

Hearing George, the smile on Stanley's face faded, "He also knows what Aimee has sent?"

Violet nodded, "When I came up just now, I happened to meet him on the stairs, he was going out, so I

had a chat with him about it, and he said he guessed what Aimee had sent me, and he wouldn't tell me,

saying that if I told him, you would come after him."

At these words, the dissatisfaction on Stanley's face dissipated, "He is sensible."

He did not suspect George of lying.

In fact, it's not surprising that George would guess, after all, that thing isn't hard to guess.

It's just that Violet herself is too innocent to think in those terms and that's why she can't guess.

Oh, his silly wife!

"What's that look in your eyes?" Violet's eyes narrowed as she saw the way the man was looking at her

and walked towards him.

Stanley hooked his lips, "What kind of look?"

"You're connoting me?" Violet walked up to him and glared at him with her arms crossed.

Stanley raised his eyebrows, "Oh? How do you see that?"

"I can see it with both eyes." Violet grunted, "You're calling me stupid!"

Stanley was really surprised now.

He didn't expect that she would actually see it.

Looking at the surprise on the man's face, Violet's face turned red with anger, "Good, you actually really

said I'm stupid, Stanley you're too much, where am I stupid?"

Seeing the woman's eyes all red, Stanley knew he had caused trouble and hurriedly moved the

computer off his lap, got up and held her in his arms, gently coaxing, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I didn't

mean to say you were stupid, I just said my wife was simply simple and lovely."

"What do you mean?" Violet blinked, "Why are you calling me simple too?"

"Oh? There's someone else calling you simple?" Stanley looked at her, "Aimee?"

Violet shook her head, "No, it was George, I asked him what exactly Aimee had sent, he didn't tell me,

instead he said I was simple."

"He is not wrong." Stanley said.

Violet pursed her lips, "What does it have to do with Aimee's gift?"

She doesn't understand.

Seeing that she still hadn't thought that way yet, Stanley was helpless and had to tell her, "You'll know

in the evening, and when it comes, I'll show you the gift, and then you'll understand what we said about

you being simple."

Violet grunted disdainfully, "I'm not going to see it, you all won't let me see it or tell me what it is, my

curiosity has long since gone, so I don't bother to look at what you're hiding."

"Really not see it?" Stanley narrowed his eyes.

"No!" Violet said very firmly.

Stanley deliberately teased her, "Then don't regret if you don't see it when the time comes."

Seeing the seriousness of his words, Violet's back straightened slightly, "What do you mean? It's not

like something is important, is it?"

Stanley grunted.

For her, perhaps not, but for him, yes.

He could not tell her!

Seeing that Stanley did not speak, Violet became more and more convinced that she was right.

Very important stuff, that can't be left unseen.

In case you miss it, won't you regret it later.

Thinking, Violet bit her lower lip, "Since what you said is so important, then fine, then I'll just reluctantly

take a look at it tonight."

Seeing her arrogant face, Stanley's eyes flashed with a fine aura, and his thin lips hooked up more and

more, "Okay, then don’t you regret it."

"No regrets, I'm not that kind of person." Violet's chin lifted slightly.

She was simply adorable in this way.

Stanley didn't hold back and nibbled gently on her chin, "Well then, I'll let you see it after the bath

tonight."

Violet's heart stuttered, "After a shower?"

She stared at the man, "Why after the shower?"

For some reason, she had a bad feeling in her heart, starting to think that maybe that's not such a good

thing.

Now, was it too late for her to regret it? Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Naturally, Stanley could see the woman's thought and replied with a pretend straight face, "Because it

only makes sense to watch it after a bath."

"Is it some kind of skin care product?" Violet's eyes rolled and she began to set up a conversation.

He wouldn't tell her, so she would just guess for herself.

Maybe she would get it right.