One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 889 He Cares for You

"Oh god, hahahaha, this is too funny, Mr. Murphy, you'll actually have a day when you're kicked out of

the room too, hahaha." Aimee pointed at Stanley and laughed so hard that her eyes were about to

burst into tears.

"Mr. Murphy, I always thought that a perfect man like you would not go through what ordinary men go

through, but I didn't expect that even with your high status, you are still a wife fearer, hahaha, if this

gets out, it will be in the hot search."

Seeing Aimee's loud mockery of him, Stanley's entire face was dark, and a ghastly aura emanated

around him, "Have you had enough of laughing?"

Aimee knew he was angry and hastily covered her mouth and nodded, "Enough, enough, I've laughed

enough!"

Yet the smile in her eyes, despite her words, never dissipated.

Stanley saw this, his thin lips pursed, "If you haven't laughed enough, I ......"

"Enough, enough, I've really laughed enough, really, Mr. Murphy." Fearing that Stanley would make her

life worse than death, Aimee took a deep breath, this time completely suppressing her laughter, stating

that she had really laughed enough, so that Stanley could let her go.

Seeing how well behaved she was, Stanley nodded, "Not bad."

"Thank you, Mr. Murphy, for the compliment!" Aimee bowed.

Stanley withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "Next, you keep her company."

"Don't worry, I will." Aimee patted her chest and said with assurance, "I will stay with Violet, and I will

also put in good words for you."

Stanley's thin lips hooked in satisfaction, which quickly disappeared again, and he gave a bland and

reserved hmph, "Thank you."

"It is okay." Aimee waved her hand.

Stanley looked at his watch, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen and have someone cook her

something to eat."

"Okay." Aimee nodded in response.

Stanley turned around and headed for the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, he came out with a tray containing sumptuous food.

Stanley handed the tray to Aimee, "Go ahead."

"Okay, I'm on my way, don't worry, Mr. Murphy, I'll put in a good word for you." Aimee smiled at him and

carried the tray upstairs.

Soon, Aimee arrived at the door of the master bedroom.

She put the tray on the floor and then raised her hand and knocked on the door.

In the room, Violet was currently massaging her eyes.

Her eyes were slightly swollen from the tears, and she would not be able to see others if she did not

take care of them now.

Suddenly, just as Violet was about to change the towel again, the door to the room suddenly rang.

She hurriedly put the towel down and stood up from the dressing table with an unconcealed smile of

surprise on her face.

It was night time, the maids would not come, nor would Aimee, so it was definitely Stanley.

It was a bit strange for Stanley to knock on the door, after all, it was his room too.

But hadn't she just thrown him out? For fear of upsetting her in the process, so he knocked on the door

instead, she guessed.

Thinking, Violet didn't open her mouth to ask who the person outside was, as she was already sure it

was Stanley, so she went straight to the door and prepared to open it.

She thought that he had come back at this time was because he was going to compromise and be

willing for her to stay.

The more she thought about it, the happier she became, and Violet couldn't help but have a smile

appear on her face.

But when she came to the door, in order not to let the man outside see that she was happy at the

moment, she took a deep breath, suppressed her smile, and deliberately looked cold as she opened

the door, "Do you want to ......"

"Violet." Before Violet could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Aimee outside the door.

Aimee looked at Violet and spoke with a smile, "Are you happy to see me?"

"......" Violet saw Aimee and did not answer her question, but the expression on her face, however,

surfaced in surprise, "How is it you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Aimee carried the tray, then thought of something and smiled wickedly "Violet,

you don't think it's Mr. Murphy, do you?" From NôvelDrama.Org.

Violet bit her lower lip and didn't say anything, but the meaning was clear enough.

She did think it was Stanley.

Seeing Violet's silent acquiescence, Aimee shrugged her shoulders, "Unfortunately, it's not Mr. Murphy,

it's me, disappointed to see me?"

Violet gave her a blank look and turned around to walk towards the house.

The truth was as she said, and she was indeed disappointed.

She thought that Stanley had figured it out and was going to let her stay, and she was full of joy, but the

person outside the door was not Stanley at all.

It wasn't Stanley, so that meant that Stanley hadn't figured it out yet and still wasn't going to let her stay.

In that case, she was disappointed.

Stanley had always been submissive to her, and she was used to his submissiveness, even spoiled by

it.

So now that he has suddenly disobeyed her, she was both unhappy and aggrieved, and even would

wonder if he didn't love her anymore.

"Violet, don't be disappointed." Aimee carried the tray and followed Violet into the room.

Violet didn't stop her.

Although last night's battle with Stanley made a mess in the room.

But when she woke up, the room was all cleaned up, even her body, the bed had been all cleaned up,

so she wasn't afraid of what Aimee might see if she came in.

In fact, Aimee's eyes did look around when she came in to see if there was anything wrong in the room.

After all, every time Mr. Murphy came here, Violet couldn't get up the next day, which showed how

strong Mr. Murphy was in some aspect.

So all along, she had been very curious about the battlefield where Mr. Murphy and Violet were doing

that and wanted to know how messy it was.

Finally she came and thought she would be able to get a good look, but to her surprise, she didn't see

anything.

It made her feel the disappointment coming on.

Sighing, Aimee hurriedly ran those inexplicable thoughts out of her head, looking at Violet's back and

said: "Violet, although Mr. Murphy didn't come, but I am the one Mr. Murphy sent here, and the food in

my hand was arranged by Mr. Murphy, all the food you love to eat. Knowing that you don't want to see

him, he asked me to send it up to you."

When Violet heard this, she paused in her steps, taking a seat in front of the dressing table, feeling

even more uncomfortable.

Knowing that she didn't want to see him, he really stop coming up.

He knew that she said that out of anger, but he took it seriously and did not come up again.

Aimee didn't know what Violet was thinking and thought she just didn't believe her words.

She walked to the coffee table in the room and put the tray down, then laid out the dinner in the tray

and uncapped it, "Well, Violet, come over here and eat, you haven't eaten for a long time, if you don't

eat, you should be starving. Mr. Murphy will definitely be heartbroken."

"I won't eat it." Violet lowered her eyes, "If he was really heartbroken, why didn't he bring it up himself?"

"Mr. Murphy said that it was you who didn't want to see him, so he stayed out of your way, so you can't

blame Mr. Murphy." Aimee sat down and spoke for Stanley, "Although you had quarrel, Mr. Murphy

really cares about you, otherwise why would he arrange food for you? Violet, don't be pretentious, hurry

over to eat, aren't you hungry?"

Violet didn't say anything and rubbed her stomach.

She was really hungry and her stomach was burning like a fire at the moment, very uncomfortable.

Violet didn't pretend anymore and got up and headed towards Aimee.