Violet gave a muffled sound as a response, "What time is it?"
When she opened her mouth, it was a hoarse voice.
Violet was startled by the sound of her own voice and hastily covered her lips, shock written all over her face.
How did her voice become like that?
Stanley was also stunned, he did not expect that Violet’s voice would become like that.
But soon, Stanley responded and smiled, "You should sound like that because you haven't drunk any water for a long time."
Hearing the man say this, Violet then responded that she was indeed thirsty.
No wonder her voice was like that.
Violet put her mind at ease, rubbed her brow and asked again, "Honey, you still haven't answered me what time it is."
Stanley got up and walked in the direction of the bed, looking at his wristwatch as he did so, "It's eight o'clock."
"Eight o'clock?" Violet froze, "Eight o'clock in the morning?"
But it wasn't right, she had been tossed around by her man all night last night and hadn't been able to sleep until dawn.
In her sleep, she had a lot of dreams, so it wasn't like she had only been asleep for an hour or two.
Stanley, who came to the bedside, looked at Violet's bewildered expression and guessed what was in her mind, giving a low laugh, "It's eight o'clock at night!"
He reminded her.
Violet froze and then said, "Eight o'clock at night? Honey, you mean, I slept all day and night?"
No way!
Yet that was the case, and Stanley nodded slightly, "Well, you slept for a day and a night, and if I hadn't been sure that you were indeed just too tired to sleep for so long, I would have been worried if you were sick."
With that, he sat down on the edge of the bed and touched the woman's forehead.
Violet slapped his hand away with no good grace and grunted, "Who am I sleeping for so long because of?"
Stanley looked at the woman's angry look and coughed, knowing that he was in the wrong, "Sorry."
"You should apologize to me." Violet reached out, allowing the man to pull her up.
The man took her hand in his and obediently helped her up from the bed so that she could lean against it and tucked a pillow behind her so that she could lean more comfortably.
Although he was so attentive, Violet still didn't give him a good look, "This is the first time I've slept for so long, now Aimee is going to laugh at me, and also, I feel ashamed in front of the children."
With that, she covered her face.
Stanley took her hand off, "Aimee can laugh if she wants to, but you don’t have to feel ashamed in front of the children."
"Why!" Violet didn't have the good grace to glare at him, "Arya is okay, still doesn't understand this, Calvin does, we as parents, actually ......"
"Don't worry, if I say no, then no." Stanley straightened her sleep-disheveled hair and said in a gentle voice, "I've already sent the two children away."
"What?" Violet froze, then her face changed drastically, staring at the man closely, her emotions somewhat agitated, "Honey, don't scare me, what exactly do you mean by sending them away?"
She trembled and her heart went cold.
When Stanley saw how frightened she was, he couldn't help but smile, "What are you thinking about?"
He gently poked her forehead, "They are my children, how could I possibly give away my own children."
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