Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again novel Chapter 231

George's eyes flashed, "I came here to pick you up."

"Pick me up?" Violet shook her groggy head, "How did you know I am here?"

George didn't answer, but raised both hands and patted in the air.

Hearing this crisp clapping sound, Violet felt her mind became even more dizzy. She staggered and fell back on the booth.

George stepped forward and helped her up, "Let's go back."

"What about Jessie?" Violet turned back, looking at Jessie who was lying on the sofa.

George lowered his eyes and said quietly, "Don't worry. George has gone to the bathroom. When he comes back, he will drive her back."

When Violet heard this, she was relieved immediately and nodded, "Okay."

George helped her walk to the bar counter.

Along the way, Violet was dizzy so badly that she couldn't even see the road. She staggered.

She didn't know why she was so drunk all of a sudden. Obviously, she was okay just now.

Moreover, what they drank was not that kind of spirits.

George helped Violet to the bar counter, and handed over the bank card and the note with Jessie's address.

The bartender glanced at him, understood what he meant, and nodded at him, indicating that he would arrange someone to drive Jessie back.

George gave a hmm, took back the bank card, and helped Violet out of the bar.

When they came to the car, George asked Violet, "Violet, where's the car key?"

Violet was taken aback for a moment, and squinted at him, "Mr. Murphy, what did you call me just now?"

George didn't panic. Instead, he smiled, "I call you Violet. Don't you like it?"

Violet looked at his eyes which were as deep as an ancient well. Her mind blurred. Then she opened her red lips, "I like it."

"Well." George didn’t say anything. He took out the car key from her bag.

After the car door was opened, Violet was helped into the car by George like a puppet.

George touched her face when he fastened the seat belt for her.

During the whole process, Violet didn't make any resistance at all, as if she couldn't feel anything. Her eyes were dull.

George saw that she was so well-behaved now, and the eyes behind the lenses were filled with morbid madness.

He bowed his head and kissed Violet's forehead. Then he muttered to himself, "Violet, if only you could be so behaved forever."

Then he didn't need to hypnotize her to make her think he was Stanley.

Because she would not resist Stanley. If she was sober now, if he kissed her and touched her like this, she might have avoided him so far long ago.

Thinking of this, George sneered, but it was fleeting.

Then, he closed the door of passenger seat, got into the driver's seat, and drove towards the apartment.

He wanted to get her. He must get her tonight. Even if he had to use Stanley's identity, it didn't matter. When she woke up the next day, he told her that she was drunk and treated him as Stanley. Even if she didn't accept it, she had to accept it.

Because he didn't want to bear it anymore. The two children had already started calling Stanley Dad, and even said that they wanted to match Violet with Stanley. How could he allow it happen? Violet could only be his!

George squeezed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator with a distorted face. In less than twenty minutes, the car arrived downstairs the apartment.

"Violet, here we are. Let's get off." George parked the car, regaining a gentle smile on his face. After unfastening the seat belt, he turned his head and said to the woman in the passenger seat.

The woman nodded blankly, opened the door and got out of the car.

George took her hand and led her into the apartment building.