One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 150 George's Apology

At this moment, President of the Branch on the stage just announced how to obtain the place.

It was the competition again. The best designers in J City’s various studios and companies could

participate in the competition. Then the designer who won the first place could participate in

international competitions on behalf of the studio or company and the country to which it belonged.

"It's so simple!" Violet whispered while turning her pen.

A designer next to her heard it and glanced at her in amazement, "Simple? Do you know how many

clothing companies and studios are there in J City?"

Violet thought for a while, raised her eyebrows and replied, "There are hundreds of them in total."

"Yes, hundreds of studios and companies mean there are hundreds of contestants. Among them there

are several talents, such as Lina Saunders from Bluestar Studio, Phoebe from the Light, and Huachen

Studio… Of course, besides these, there is the biggest dark horse!" The designer raised a finger, her

face very serious.

Seeing the designer's fear of the dark horse, Violet couldn't help but got serious. She stopped turning

the pen in her hand, "What's the name of the dark horse you're talking about? "

"I don't know. I only know that she belongs to the Murphy Group. Have you seen the big show of the

Murphy Group last time?" The designer leaned close to Violet.

Violet nodded, "Born of Fire?"

"Yes, the dark horse I'm talking about is the chief designer of that big show. The clothes displayed on

that big show are awesome. It can be seen that her talents don’t lose to that of those top designers at

all, but she is just not as famous as them. I think she must be the one who can win the competition

place in the end." The designer touched her chin with a face of certainty.

Violet lowered her head slightly, covered her lips and smiled.

She was originally thinking about finding out more about this dark horse. By that time, she would have

a little understanding of her opponent in the spot competition.

Unexpectedly, this dark horse was actually herself.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Violet suddenly laughed, the designer was a little unhappy.

Violet waved her hand, "Nothing. Thank you. I will definitely strive to get this place."

After speaking, she closed the notebook, put it in front of her chest and stood up.

After listening to what Violet said, the designer blinked blankly, and then reacted. She pointed at Violet

surprisingly and excitedly, "You... you are that..."

"Hush!" Violet put a finger to her mouth, and made a quiet gesture to the designer, "Low-key!"

The designer nodded in excitement. Her eyes were gleaming, as if she saw her idol, "Got it! Got it!"

"Goodbye!" Violet smiled and waved to her, turned and walked out of the meeting room.

Outside the meeting room, Violet met Stanley again.

He was leaning against the wall with his head hanging slightly, one hand in his trouser pocket, one

hand holding a cigarette. Half of the cigarette was burned, and a long piece of soot hung.

Violet stopped and stared at him.

She always knew that he would smoke. Because she had smelled smoke from him several times, but

she had never seen him smoke with her own eyes.

This time, she finally saw it. He looked so cool, and there was a slight vicissitudes of life, making others

could not help but wanted to get close to him and to know everything about him.

"You’re here?" Just as Violet was staring at Stanley attentively, Stanley flicked the soot and suddenly

raised his head to look at her.

Violet's eyes flashed. She organized her thoughts and nodded as a response, then walked past him to

the elevator.

"Wait!" Stanley dropped the cigarette butt and caught up to grab her arm.

Violet was caught by him so unpreparedly. She turned around so suddenly and slammed into Stanley's

arms.

The top of her head hit the man's chin.

She was fine, but the man wasn’t. Then he let go of her arm and covered his lips.

Violet hurriedly looked up. Stanley was frowning and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his

forehead. A bit of pain flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that he got injured.

"Mr. Murphy, where did you hurt?" Violet asked hurriedly. While asking, she eagerly looked at his face.

Stanley caught the tension and worry in her eyes. Then he put down the hand covering his lips, and

said in a deep voice, "It's okay. When you hit my chin just now, my teeth bit the tip of my tongue."

"Open your mouth! Let me see if it is serious." Violet stretched out her hand to touch the man's lips.

The man leaned back and avoided her, "I’m fine."

Violet put her hands down, "Since it's okay, I have to go first."

After speaking, she recovered the cold and indifferent appearance.

Stanley pursed his lower lip, "Violet, are you hiding from me on purpose?"

Violet lowered her eyelids, covered the look in her eyes, and then forced a smile, "How come? Mr.

Murphy, why am I hiding from you? I haven't done anything wrong."

Stanley frowned and was about to say something when he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the

cell phone.

Violet felt that the call came in a timely manner. After apologizing to him, she took the phone out of her

bag.

However, looking at the caller ID on the screen, her face became more complicated.

Stanley saw it, too. His eyes narrowed coldly. He had an urge to grab her mobile phone and hang up.

But before he could do this, Violet answered, "Hey, George, you woke up!"

Stanley stared at her phone, wondering what they would say.

Violet naturally noticed his gaze, but just ignored it.

"I just woke up for a while and didn't see you. The nurse said you have returned." On the other side of

the phone, George was lying on the hospital bed. His face was still a little sickly pale. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Violet said, "I left last night and arrived this morning."

"Is it because of me?" George coughed twice and asked with sad looks in his eyes.

Violet's lips moved, "Not all, but mainly for the meeting."

"Sorry, Violet, I scared you. I drank too much at the time. I didn't know what I was doing. After I woke

up, I realize that I did that kind of things to you. I'm really sorry, Violet, please forgive me!" George

apologized with guilt.

But in his eyes, there was no slightest apology, but rather gloom.

Violet couldn't see it, so she naturally believed his sincere apology. The grudge against him dissipated

a lot, and the smile on her face became natural, "Well, I forgive you."

Hearing this, Stanley's thin lips pressed into a straight line.

Although he couldn't hear what George was talking about, he could guess it from her forgiveness. He

felt a little unhappy.

On the other side of the phone, George's surprised voice came, "Really? Thank you, Violet."

"Really, it's just you..."

"I know. I won't drink so much wine in the future and do that kind of thing to you." George interrupted

her, pushing his glasses with his slender middle finger. A dim light flashed across his eyes, "But Violet,

my confession at the time was true. I have liked you for five years. From the first time I saw you, I liked

you."

Violet didn't expect that George would confess to her on the phone once again. Her heart beat fast

suddenly, and then she glanced at Stanley subconsciously.

Stanley saw a guilty conscience in her eyes and couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

Why did she feel guilty?