One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 929 Coaxing Yourself

"No." Stanley shook his head and told her very clearly.

Violet wrinkled the bridge of her nose, obviously a little less than happy that she had actually guessed

wrong.

Then, after a moment's thought, added, "A shower gel for the bath? Or a bath ball or something like

that?"

How could Stanley not know clearly what she was up to? Seeing how hard she was guessing, the

curvature of his thin lips was thick, but he still shook his head and told her, "Not really."

Violet ran out of patience and stomped her foot, "Forget it, I won't guess, destroy it."

She waved her hand.

Stanley laughed in a low voice, "I'll give you a hint, it's for wearing."

"Wearing?" Violet looked up at him, "Is it clothes?"

Stanley nodded.

Violet raised her eyebrows, "The clothes that you can only wear after taking a shower, pajamas?"

Stanley's eyes flickered slightly, "Pretty much."

That dress can be used as pajamas.

Violet frowned in confusion, "Why did Aimee send us pajamas? And it's not like the pajamas are

something that can't be seen, why are you guys so secretive and not telling me? Why didn't you show

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She said she was very puzzled.

Stanley coughed lightly against his lips and didn't answer the question.

Violet didn't know what was going on in the man's mind and didn't bother to guess, stroking her chin as

she pondered Aimee's intentions for giving the pajamas.

Aimee gave the gift, saying that the gift would enhance the relationship between her and Stanley.

How do pajamas enhance relationships?

Could it be a couple's pajamas?

If so, it does work a bit.

Don't those couples like to wear couple's clothes when they go out shopping?

Wearing a couple's outfit will really make it look like two people are in love and let people know at first

glance that they are in love.

That's probably what Aimee had in mind.

She was just a little confused as to why she had to give pajamas and not daily couple's clothes.

Violet thought about it, but couldn't figure out what the meaning of it was, so she simply didn't think

about it, and assumed that Aimee just had a different thought than she did, and that's why she bought

pajamas.

With this in mind, she was instantly relieved and no longer obsessed with what the mysterious gift was.

Stanley watched as Violet's eyebrows, which were originally furrowed together, slowly stretched out,

and a faint smile appeared on her stunning face.

Just know that she wants to open up and stop dwelling on it.

It was a relief to him that she had coaxed herself out of it, although he didn't know how she had figured

it out.

He was afraid that she would be so curious all the time that she would have to ask for more

information.

When the time comes, will he say or not say?

Besides, could he really bear to keep her in the dark?

He felt that he could not do it.

In his heart, she was the one that mattered most.

So how could he bear to see her curious all the time?

Eventually he would be unable to resist telling her.

It was just before she reached the limit of her patience that she had coaxed herself out of it, which in

turn allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief that he could not tell him.

After all, he would have preferred to show her the gift at night than to hold back and tell her, that kind of

surprise was what he wanted to see the most.

Stanley thought with a brilliant twinkle in his eyes.

Violet caught that look in the man's eyes and always felt in her heart that he seemed to be playing

some kind of game.

It gave her a more or less bad feeling in her heart.

Soon, though, she shook her head not to think any more about it.

No matter what he was planning, it was enough that she was his wife and that he would not hurt her.

As long as it didn't hurt her and wasn't bad for her, then she respected whatever he thought.

In this way, although Violet was somewhat curious about what was going through the man's mind, she

held back from asking, and then obediently leaned into the man's arms, enjoying the warmth of his

arms.

And Stanley hugged her tenderly without speaking.

The couple remained quiet in this way, knowing that the night was dark and there was a knock on the

bedroom door before Stanley gently shook the woman in his arms.

Violet fell asleep in the man's arms long ago. The man's embrace was so comfortable that it made her

fall asleep without realising it, for an unknown period of time.

It wasn't until she felt someone shaking her that she opened her eyes.

"Awake?" The man's gentle voice came from overhead.

Violet rubbed her eyes as her vision finally returned, and only then did she finally see everything in the

room.

The room was lit, but the light was dim, one of those automatic luminous lights, not the kind that needs

to be switched on.

And this light usually comes on automatically in the evening when it has gone completely dark.

In other words, it's night time.

Violet froze, "I can't believe I've slept for so long."

"Not long, three hours." Stanley replied as he straightened her sleep-disheveled hair.

Violet blinked, "Three hours is long, it's dark and you didn't bother to turn on the light, which means you

kept holding me in the same position as before I fell asleep, after holding me for so long, aren't your

arms and shoulders sore?"

She looked at the man with some heartache and guilt in her eyes.

She had been sleeping in his arms like this and she felt stiff in her neck, not to mention him who was

not moving.

Looking at the look in Violet's eyes, Stanley only felt his heart soften, he reached out his hand and

gently touched his wife's cheek, saying gently, "It's not sour, how can it be sour when I am hugging my

wife? Not to mention three hours, not even in a lifetime."

Hearing this, Violet suddenly laughed, "You're just good at making me happy."

"I'm not trying to make you happy, I'm serious." Stanley kissed her forehead and told her his attitude

very seriously.

Violet's heart warmed up, "You're so kind."

"You just found out?"

"I always knew that." Violet replied with a smile.

The corners of Stanley's lips also curled up, obviously satisfied with her reply.

He then gently patted her head, "Well, are you hungry? The maid just knocked on the door and told us

to go down for dinner."

Violet looked down and touched her stomach, "Yes."

"Then get up." Stanley took her hand and stood up from the sofa.

She followed the man towards the door while gently rubbing his arm.

Stanley looked down at her, "What's up?"

"Giving you a massage." Violet replied with a smile, "You've been holding me, your arms must be

uncomfortable, so I'll give you massage at night."

"Thank you." Stanley's voice was low and sexual and sensual as he replied.

Violet continued to give him a massage on his arm.

The couple laughed as they exited the room, went downstairs and into the dining room.

There were already two people sitting in the restaurant at this time, George and Aimee.

These two men were sitting in a row, talking about something, getting along quite well, or at least there

was nothing wrong with the atmosphere.

This was surprising to Violet.

After all, Aimee had always had a strong opinion for George after she knew about the feud between

George and Jessie.

But now it seems that Aimee's attitude towards George has changed a bit, otherwise she wouldn't be

sitting with him and talking to him in a pleasant manner.