Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"He... he..." Bella pointed at Calvin incredulously, "Is he Miss Hunt and Mr. Murphy’s ..."

Violet had guessed that Bella would react like this before she came. After blinking, she waved her hand and replied, "No, he is my child with someone else’s."

"Someone else?" Bella frowned, obviously not believing in Violet.

This boy looked the same as Mr. Murphy.

How could it be someone else's?

Violet knew what Bella was suspicious, but she did not explain too much. She let go of Calvin's head and changed the subject, "Well, Bella, take me to see Mr. Murphy. Didn’t you say that Mr. Murphy called my name in his dream?"

When Bella heard this, she let out the way sideways, "Yes, Miss Hunt, come in quickly."

Violet gave a hmm, and then took Calvin's hand into the villa.

After entering, Bella directly took Violet and Calvin to the master bedroom on the third floor.

Stanley was lying on the big bed with his eyes closed. Violet stood by the bed. Watching his pale face and listening to his slightly rapid breathing, she couldn't help reaching out to touch his forehead.

Then she frowned, "It's hot! Did you call a doctor?"

"I called. The doctor gave Mr. Murphy a fever-reducing injection." Bella sighed and replied.

Calvin was lying on the side of the hospital bed. He stared at Stanley, "Mommy, is Uncle Murphy okay?"

"It's okay." Before Violet could answer, Bella spoke first, "It's just that we can’t bring his fever down yet."

Violet's eyes fell on the alcohol on the bedside, "Sponge Mr. Murphy down with alcohol. Should the fever go down faster, right?"

that's what the doctor said before he left. It's just that Mr.

mouth, "Bella, do you want me to

I meant. I thought that since Mr. Murphy is calling your name in his dreams, he should not resist

bit her lower lip in embarrassment,

the sake of that Mr.

said so, Violet couldn’t refute. She could only agree,

know why she had

downstair with me. I will take you to eat

Seeing Violet nodding,

went out, Violet and Stanley were left in the

and went to see the man on the

covered with a thin quilt was constantly rising and falling. His thin lips were slightly open, and he breathed heavily. More than that, his neck was full of sweat. The sweat dripped down the Adam's apple, dripped into the collar of the pajamas

felt

After

of medical alcohol used to reduce fever from the head of the bed and opened it. She poured some into the water. After stirring it twice with her hands, she took the towel on the edge of the basin and placed

a new anti-fever patch from the bedside, tore it open, and

Because next, it was time to

seconds. Then she took a deep breath and lifted the quilt off his body, then bent over to unbutton his

sturdy upper body, Violet breathed, inevitably blushing. The rhythm of her

all, there was still a thin layer of shirt blocking the line of sight, which was not as clear as it

rows of evenly distributed abdominal muscles in Stanley's abdomen. Then she couldn't help but

done. She patted her cheek in annoyance. It took her a while to calm down. She began to

half an

back with the other, feeling like that she had just finished

helplessly, then took the quilt again and covered him. After doing these, she