Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Stanley pursed his thin lips and did not answer.

Henry didn’t care. He touched his chin and said, “See, he ordered a bottle of Louis XIII. He didn’t finish a cup, but he kept pouring for Violet. He wants to make Violet get drunk and then does something."

Hearing this, Stanley clenched his hands on the edge of the window abruptly. Then his eyes became cold.

Seeing Stanley like this, Henry felt Stanley’s abnormal concern for Violet, and his heart sank, "Stanley, are you really..."

Before he finished speaking, Stanley suddenly turned around and walked towards the door of the private room.

Henry was stunned, "Stanley, where are you going?"

Stanley still ignored him, opened the door and went out.

Henry rubbed his baby face helplessly. After muttering something, he hurried to catch up with Stanley.

Downstairs, Violet was already drunk at the moment. Her face was flushed, and her eyes widened. She was sitting there and was hiccupping.

George put down his chopsticks, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her, then spread his five fingers, "Violet, how many fingers?"

Violet blinked her blurred eyes and looked at it for a while before spit out a number uncertainly, "Two?"

A gloomy light flashed across George's eyes, "Wrong! This is five. Violet, you are drunk."

"I... I'm not drunk!" Violet was dissatisfied, pursing her red lips to retort on the spot.

George took off his glasses and put it in his chest pocket. The he smiled lowly, coaxing her softly like coaxing a child, "Okay, okay, you are not drunk. I am drunk. Shall we go home?"

"Okay." Violet hiccupped and nodded obediently.

George stood up and called the waiter to check out.

After checking out, he put Violet's bag on his shoulder first, and then he helped Violet stand up with putting one hand around her waist.

Smelling the fragrance from Violet and the strong aroma of Louis XIII, George took a deep breath, his eyes full of madness.

moment, a cold voice suddenly

source of the sound. Then he saw Stanley

Why were they here?

meter in front of him. Looking at Violet, who was drunk and unconscious in George’s arms, he

didn't do it. Instead, he held Violet more tightly,

eyes, "Why? You deliberately made her drunk. Do you still need me to tell you

reach the bottom of his eyes, "Mr. Murphy, I don't understand what you are talking about.

think I will let you go? I'll say it again. Give her to me!" Stanley stopped George

slowly, and stared at him

about that Violet and Stanley were very close recently. He couldn't bear it anymore. He had been

in the excuse of celebrating, just to get her. As long as he got her, she would

eyes were fierce. His

them, was taken aback

gentle,

basically had psychological problems.

looked at

gave him a

was shivering all over by George’s sight. As if being stared at by a poisonous snake, Henry couldn't help but

care about what happened to Henry. He

George was not slow. At the moment Violet was dragged by

them, swaying from side to side, feeling dizzy. She groaned

stand it anymore. He took a step forward and put his hand on the hands of George and Violet. He smiled and broke George’s hand free little by little, "Dr. Joe, I heard you have a paper, which has already

said, he winked at Stanley and

Henry was giving Stanley a chance to leave? He looked at Henry fiercely,

to glance at his small body. Although he knew that he might not be

Henry, Stanley picked up Violet,

Stanley approaching with a person in

Violet. Then he opened his mouth in surprise, "Mr. Murphy,

He stuffed Violet into the car

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