One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 919 George was Scheming

Seeing this scene, the corners of Stanley's mouth twitched, then he fell silent, looking at Jimmy with a

more or less gloomy look.

After all, just now in his own arms, this little one cried as hard as he could, as if he, the father, was a

bad man.

And now that he was in George's arms, it was only a matter of time before he stopped crying and

smiled at George.

For those who don't know, they would think that George was the father of this little one.

"What a little heartless one." Stanley murmured with his thin lips pursed lightly.

George heard this and said with a smile, "Mr. Murphy said this about Jimmy, but it's a bit unfair to

Jimmy, it was you scare Jimmy. Although a child is small, but not ignorant of everything, he knows who

scares him, so he will naturally have a certain defensive and resistant mentality towards that person."

"Stop it." Stanley frowned and hurriedly interrupted him.

Otherwise, the more George said, the more uncomfortable he felt inside.

Jimmy was obviously his son, but he was being a good boy in George's arms, and he, as a father, was

the only one who felt upset.

George also knew this and gave a chortle and stopped talking, continuing to pat Jimmy's back and

coax him.

Jimmy looked at George for a while, then snorted and his eyes began to blink, obviously sleepy.

Children, who are already sleepy, can only be refreshed for a while.

The little one was already tired after the crying session, so he was naturally drowsy now.

And children are also quick to fall asleep, one minute they are asleep, the next they are asleep with

their eyes closed.

After George made sure that Jimmy was indeed asleep, he then handed Jimmy towards Stanley with

both hands, "Mr. Murphy, here is your son."

If he didn't return Jimmy, he was afraid that Stanley would just kill him.

For as long as he coaxed Jimmy, this Stanley stared at him, acting as if he was really going to do

something to Jimmy.

And as he hugged Jimmy for longer, Stanley looked at him with increasingly gloomy eyes, as if he was

repressing something.

He knew that the man was repressing patience.

So, the first moment after Jimmy fell asleep, he hurriedly handed the baby over.

Seeing that George had returned his son to him, Stanley's face improved considerably before he

hurriedly reached out and carefully carried him over.

He was afraid of waking the little one up, and the movements he made to adjust his position for him

were as light as could be.

George sat across the table and looked at Stanley, suddenly said with a hooked lip, "I can't see that

you are still quite good at taking care of children, your movements are not rusty and you are quite

skilled, so I guess you often take care of Jimmy."

Stanley raised his eyes and gave him a faint look, "Of course I will take care of my son personally."

Although he was too busy to look after Jimmy twenty-four hours a day.

But even when he was busy, he would squeeze in two hours a day to give his son a hug and a kiss and

say something to him.

Apart from not letting his son forget him, more importantly, he wanted to develop a father-son bond with

him from an early age.

He missed out on Calvin and Aray when they were so small, so he didn't want to miss out on Jimmy.

"It seems that you are indeed a good father." George said as he looped his arms.

Stanley gave him a blank look and stopped paying attention to him, just holding his son and staring at

him.

The little one had inherited his and Violet's genes perfectly.

Both he and Violet were good looking, so naturally the children they had would be good looking too.

Just like Calvin and Ayra, they were so good looking.

To be honest, in his position, he had seen a lot of children.

The children of rich people were actually good looking because they could choose excellent genes and

had excellent children.

So naturally, the children born in rich family were good looking.

In short, none of the children of the gentry are ugly.

But kids as good-looking as Calvin and Ayra, to be honest, he hadn't really seen in the circle.

He was not ashamed to say that Calvin and Ayra were the best looking children in the circle.

And although Jimmy, who was their younger brother, was still young and his features had not yet fully

grown, he could already see how good his face would be later on.

In short, all three of his and Violet's children are better than anyone else's.

Thinking of this, Stanley's thin lips curled up slightly, and his face did not hide his pride.

Looking at Stanley's expression, George raised his eyebrows slightly.

What was this man thinking?

It was amazing that this man, who rarely showed his emotions, could show them so obviously.

Although curious, George did not ask too many questions.

For he knew that he would not get an answer even if he asked.

So why bother?

George sipped his tea calmly and did not say anything.

Stanley also ignored him, hugging Jimmy, his eyes tender.

He could not see enough of Jimmy.

At that moment, the sound of high heels came.

George put down the cup of tea in his hand and turned his head together with Stanley.

Violet came over from the other door of the villa with her mobile phone, seeing Stanley coming

downstairs after showering, with Jimmy in her arms, her face instantly lifted up in a stunning smile,

"When did you come down?"

She glanced at the little one in his arms before sitting down next to him this time.

Stanley looked at her and said, "It's been a while, where have you been?"

"Went to the bathroom, came out and got a call from the organizer's side and told me and Aimee to go Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

to the award ceremony." Violet shook her phone and said.

Stanley gave a muffled sound, indicating that he knew.

Violet put the phone down, then held out her hand, "Give me Jimmy."

"No." Stanley shook his head and refused, "Although Jimmy is small, he has a good appetite, he needs

to drink milk several times a day, so he has grown quite weight. You hold her for too long, so you rest, I

will just hold him."

Listening to the man's words, Violet's heart was sweet, then she hugged the man's arm, "You're so

nice, honey."

Stanley smiled dotingly, "I'm your husband, if I don't treat you well, who I should treat well?"

The couple spoke, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a third party in the room.

George looked at the two men across the table and couldn't help but chuckle lightly before continuing

to drink his tea.

Since the couple did not treat him as an outsider.

Then why should he, an outsider, not look squarely at it?

When she heard George's soft laugh, Violet's body stiffened, and then only then did she realize that

she had just ignored him and was actually glued to Stanley.

But it was also fortunate that she and Stanley hadn't said anything too humiliating, otherwise it would

have been even more embarrassing.

"Sorry, George, I ......"

George knew what she was going to say and waved his hand with a smile, "It's fine, by the way Violet,

just now Jimmy cried."

He said.

Stanley's face suddenly froze, then he narrowed his eyes, staring at him.

George met Stanley's eyes without fear and smiled towards him.

Stanley's face darkened.

George was doing it on purpose, deliberately telling on Violet!

Violet cared a lot about Jimmy and would definitely be nervous to hear Jimmy crying.

And then George could say that it was Stanley had made Jimmy cry, to achieve the purpose of

borrowing Violet's hand to get back at him!

"What? He cried?"

Violet hurriedly looked towards Jimmy in Stanley's arms.