Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

The word "gift" was bitten very hard by this woman, and even a hint of obscenity could be heard.

As you can imagine, the gift was certainly not ordinary, or at least not a good one.

George put down his cup of tea and looked over at the sound, seeing the woman who spoke, the same one he had met a few hours ago at the stairway on the first floor, seemingly called something like Aimee. He had never met the woman before, but had heard of her.

This woman is a jewellery designer, whose status is comparable to Violet's in the clothing design world, and is a friend of Violet and Jessie.

That's why he had heard of this woman.

But only to the extent that he had heard about her; he, himself, did not feel much for the woman.

Therefore George only gave Aimee a glance before withdrawing his gaze and continuing to drink his tea slowly.

Because he is a doctor and usually has to do surgery, he cannot drink at all, and once in a while, he has to check his work schedule for the last few days and has to see if he has surgery on those days, and if he cannot drink either.

After all, alcohol is something that takes several days to be completely excreted from the body's bloodstream.

Therefore, what he usually drinks most is water and tea, and he rarely drinks fruit juices, some of which ferment in his stomach when he drinks them.

Over time, he also fell in love with tea, and sometimes, when he went away for surgery, he would buy himself some nice tea.

But although he was rich and could buy many expensive teas, he was ultimately nowhere near the true grandeur of a man like Stanley.

Some of the teas are so expensive that even he would buy them at his discretion and not buy more than a few to try.

Like the tea he is drinking now, it is one of the expensive mother tree Da Hong Pao that he used to buy and it tastes really good.

But it was too expensive and he didn't buy it a second time, but it was always on his mind.

He never thought that here, it would be used as ordinary tea for guests by Stanley.

So you can imagine that Stanley must have many more expensive teas here.

If he could take away some.......

Thinking of the expression Stanley might have had when he had taken the tea by the way, George's thin lips could not help but curl up.

The excitement on Aimee's face faded considerably when she didn't hear a response coming from her own words, then walked quickly towards the sofa.

Walking up to the sofa, she saw that the person sitting on the sofa was not Violet or Stanley, but the man she had met on the first floor a few hours ago, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. How did this man get here?

Although she was puzzled, Aimee didn't show it on the surface and showed a polite smile, "Hello, you're Dr. Joe, right?"

She held out her hand.

Even if she didn't like the man, she still showed respect.

George looked at the woman in front of him with a fake smile and raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing very well in his heart that this woman did not have a good feeling towards him, yet she pretended to be able to be amiable, and he had a few admiration in his heart.

After all, it's not often that he could see a woman like this.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

George's thin lips pulled out a slight curve of sarcasm, but it quickly disappeared again.

As if nothing had happened, he extended his hand and shook Aimee's hand, "Hello, Miss Chamber, right?"

He did not reveal Aimee's hypocrisy, but instead greeted her blandly as well.

In short, these two are masters of acting.

The only difference is that there are levels of acting skill, and Aimee is clearly a step down from George.

At least, George was able to see that Aimee was acting, while Aimee did not see that George was also acting.

The two shook hands and then simply parted ways.

Aimee sat down on the sofa opposite George, "Dr. Joe, where's Violet?"

She asked.

George remained calmly drinking his tea.

It was not easy to drink such an expensive tea again, so he should take advantage of it while he was here and drink more.

What if when he left, Stanley was too stingy to let him take some away.

"The two are in the kitchen." George said.

"The kitchen?" Aimee froze and turned her head in the direction of the kitchen, "Mr. Murphy is back too?"

"Hmm." George lifted his chin lightly.

Aimee was even more puzzled, "Why are they staying in the kitchen? Do they have to prepare dinner by themselves tonight?"

Hearing this, George's mind immediately conjured up the scene of Stanley tethered to his apron and cooking, and he couldn't hold back a snort.

Aimee was startled and quickly looked at him, "Dr. Joe, what's wrong with you?"

George lowered his eyelids to hide the smile in his eyes, "It's okay, I got choked up."

"Oh." Aimee nodded and didn't continue to ask any more questions, except that she found the man a bit baffling.

How could he choke on a cup of tea.

Despite the spitting, Aimee didn't mean to say it.

"They are not cooking." As if he didn't know what was going through Aimee's mind, George put his tea cup down and elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth as he returned, "They just went to the kitchen to order the chef what to cook tonight, saying that they want to eat with me."

"So that's how it is." Aimee nodded in a dazed manner.

But then it seemed odd that there was no need for both men to run to the kitchen to order the chef to receive them, right?

She believed Violet would do so.

Even if this man had hurt Jessie quite a lot and done other bad things, but for the sake of the fact that he had seved her life, Violet would give this man a chance.

After all, She had always been kind-hearted.

So it was not surprising that Violet would cook for him.

But how could Mr. Murphy!

Even she, an outsider, knew how much Mr. Murphy hated George, so he would never give George a reception.

Even if it was because Violet wanted to entertain this man, he would reluctantly agree, but he would never also go to the kitchen and order the cook to treat George well. There must be something else going on here.

With that in mind, Aimee's eyes rolled before she got up and headed for the kitchen.

Seeing this, George raised an eyebrow, but did not stop.

He is not this woman, and this woman treats him in an average manner, so what would he do to bother with this woman.

So George quickly withdrew his gaze and continued to drink his tea.

Over here, Aimee made her way curiously to the kitchen.

Just as she reached the kitchen door, she heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen.

The voice sounded very ambiguous and yet inexplicably blushing.

She touched my rolling face and my fast beating heart.

Aimee vaguely understood what the sound signified and that she should not proceed further.

But people are always driven by curiosity and will not give up.

So instead of leaving immediately, Aimee subconsciously eased her footsteps and continued on.

The kitchen door was left open, so when Aimee walked outside the door, she could clearly see the scene inside the kitchen.

Only to see a tall back being turned to her, holding a petite figure against the kitchen wall in a strong kiss.

The tall figure was not just kissing, even the movements were dominant.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐