"No." Stanley shook his head, then added, "Very appropriate."
"That's good." Violet smiled relievedly, "This is my first time to make men's clothes. I'm afraid it will be not appropriate."
"The first time?" Stanley raised his eyebrows, feeling happier.
Violet nodded, "Yes, I have only made the sample before, and it's my first time to make the ready-to-wear clothes. I'm a genius."
She couldn't help but complimented herself.
Seeing her proud look, Stanley smiled, then raised her chin and kissed her, "This is a reward for the genius."
Violet blushed suddenly. She was looking at him with two big eyes open, which was very cute.
Stanley's eyes darkened. He swallowed, and then he kissed her again.
This time, it wasn't just a quick kiss anymore. He opened her lips with his tongue. Then his tongue got in, and danced with her tongue.
"Hmm..." Violet couldn't help but snorted. Stanley lifted the back of her head, kissing more deeply.
Gradually, Violet was turned on. She couldn't help but put her arms around Stanley's neck.
Stanley noticed her response. His eyes flashed. Suddenly, he picked her up and put her on the table.
Violet knew what he was going to do, and pushed him away with great effort. She blushed, panting and saying, "Don't be here... Go back to the room!"
"Okay!" Stanley responded with a hoarse voice, put her two legs on his waist, then carried her out of the study, and walked to the room.
This night! It was so happy.
Violet didn't know how long they had sex for. No matter how she begged for mercy, Stanley would not let her go, so that in the end, she fell asleep in exhaustion.
When she woke up again, it was already over ten in the morning the next day.
Violet turned her head to look at the place beside her. There was no one there. If it weren't for the sunken pillow, Violet would think that no one had ever slept there.
Violet couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch where Stanley had lay down.
It had become cold there, which obviously showed that he had been away for a long time, but she didn't feel it at all.
Violet endured the soreness of her whole body and sat up. Then she opened the quilt and looked at herself. She saw that she was clean. She knew that after she fell asleep, Stanley washed her up.
"Not bad!" Violet murmured shyly after taking the clothes on the bedside, already forgiving Stanley's unreasonable request last night.
After that, she put on her clothes and got out of the bed. Then she walked towards the bedroom door.
Walking out of the bedroom and coming to the living room, Violet saw the breakfast on the dining table and a note under the milk glass at a glance.
Violet walked over, picked up the note and looked at it. It said, “I will drive two children to kindergarten first, and I also called Jessie and asked leave for you. Don’t worry. Breakfast is on the dining table. Remember to eat!
The signature was Stanley.
Seeing these short dozens of words, Violet felt warmed.
Immediately, she folded the note and put it aside, pulled out the chair to sit down, and started having breakfast.
When she was eating, the phone rang suddenly.
Violet had to put the bread back on the plate, picked up the phone and took a look. Seeing that it was from the police station, the expression on her face suddenly became serious. She hurriedly answered, "Hey, is that Captain James?"
"It's me, Miss Hunt. Morning." Captain James nodded and asked.
As Violet was thinking, Captain James on the other end of the phone spoke again, with a very busy tone, "Okay, Miss Hunt, I have already told you what I should say. I have something to deal with. So I have to hang up."
After speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.
Violet originally wanted to ask him another question. But seeing that her phone jumped back to the main menu interface, she could only give up.
But she didn't want to let it go so easily. She planned to download yesterday's video on the Internet and to find a professional staff to check it out to see if it had been edited.
However, after Violet searched it out, she found that the video was no longer there, which was obviously deleted by the Internet police.
"Damn it!" She rubbed her eyebrows and sighed.
But soon Violet was relieved.
Regardless of whether the video was edited or not, it didn’t matter anymore. What was important was that the body was indeed Phoebe. That was enough. Phoebe didn’t pretend to die, so Violet didn’t have to worry that Phoebe would suddenly jump out to make trouble in the future.
The reason why she wanted to know so eagerly whether the corpse was Phoebe was that she was afraid that Phoebe would suddenly appear in the future, and would hurt her or the people around her. But now she was finally relieved.
Thinking about this, Violet smiled, picked up the bread that hadn't been eaten up just now, and continued to eat it.
After eating, she tidied up, put on some makeup, and went out with her bag and drove to the studio.
After arriving at the studio, Violet saw Jessie’s playful smile. Jessie teased her, "You’re finally here?"
Violet gave a hmm and walked towards the office.
Jessie followed her behind, "It’s so late. It seems that the battle last night was very fierce. Mr. Murphy is really good. He made you wake up at about noon twice. Tsk-tusk..."
"Okay, shut up. Get down to the business. What are you doing with following me?" Violet was blushed, interrupting Jessie.
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