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

his eyes to look at the source of the sound. Then

Why were they here?

one meter in front of him.

Instead, he held Violet more tightly, "Why do I have to give

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

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

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

smiled slowly, and stared at him without fear, "What if

Ivan talking about that Violet and Stanley were very close recently. He couldn't bear it anymore. He had been stayed by Violet’s side for five

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

it, George's eyes were fierce. His face was full

who was watching them, was taken aback by George. He

that George, who was usually gentle, elegant and liked by patients,

had psychological problems. Did George

at

it and gave him a cold

being

no time to care about what happened to Henry. He stretched out

Stanley was fast, George was not slow. At the moment Violet was dragged by Stanley, George grabbed

was pulled around by the two of them, swaying from side to

smiled and broke George’s hand free little by little, "Dr. Joe, I heard you have a paper, which

at Stanley and told Stanley to take Violet away

was giving Stanley a chance to

that he

Stanley picked up Violet,

approaching with a person in his arms from a

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

stuffed Violet into the car

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