Violet rubbed her stomach and turned her head to give the man a sultry look, "It's all your fault!"
Would she wake up so late if he hadn't tossed her around so hard last night?
Stanley naturally understood the meaning in the woman's eyes and laughed twice in a low voice, "Well, it is my fault."
"Hmph." Violet rolled her eyes at him and turned her head back, not bothering to pay attention to him.
Soon, the couple returned to the villa.
Aimee was no longer in the living room, presumably she was in her room.
Stanley wrapped his arm around Violet and came to the dining room, instructing the maid, "Get some food for Mrs. Murphy."
"Yes sir." The servant answered, then turned in the direction of the kitchen.
Stanley pulled out a chair and let Violet sit down.
He waited until Violet sat down before pulling out the chair next to him and settling down, "Since you're awake, why didn't you let someone prepare food for you in the first place?"
"I heard Aimee say that you were playing outside with the two kids, so I went out to check." Violet took the glass of water the man handed her and answered.
Stanley frowned disapprovingly, "Even if you're curious about what I'm playing with the two kids, you should eat first, or we will worry about you."
Hearing that, she felt warm in her heart.
"I know, don't be angry." Violet took the man's arm and petulantly rubbed her head against his shoulder.
Stanley looked at the woman, his taut face suddenly softened, and his eyes were even so gentle.
He lifted his hand and gently stroked the woman's hair, "I'm not angry, just remember to take care of yourself in the future, it's the only way we'll have less to worry about you."
"I know, I will." Violet nodded seriously.
"That's good." The man lowered his head and kissed her hair, softly.
At that moment, the maid came with food.
Stanley got up and took it, then placed it in front of Violet, "Eat first, but don't eat too much, or when it is time for lunch later, you can’t be able to eat."
"Don't worry." Violet smiled, then picked up the sandwich from her plate and began to eat.
Stanley sat right next to her to keep her company, propping his head up and watching her.
Violet was uncomfortable by his look, and the speed of eating her food slowly decreased.
Finally, she simply put down the sandwich in her hand and looked at the man, "Honey, do you want to turn your head to the side? I'm a little uncomfortable with you looking at me all the time like that."
"Why?" The man picked up his coffee and took a sip.
Violet said, "I'm not used to it, and it's more or less uncomfortable to be watched when I was eating."
Stanley nodded thoughtfully before turning his face to the side, "Fine, you eat, I won't look at you."
When Violet heard that, she picked up her sandwich and ate it again.
As she ate, however, she felt the man's eyes fall on her again.
She put down the sandwich in her hand again and looked at the man beside her with anger, "I thought you agreed not to look at me, why are you looking over again?"
"Couldn't help it!" The man put down the coffee cup in his hand and said with an innocent look.
Violet raised her eyebrows, "Why can't you help it?"
"You look cute when you're eating, so I can't help but look at you." Stanley replied with a serious face.
Violet's face suddenly flushed.
This man now was becoming less and less the cold and aloof he used to be.
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