Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again novel Chapter 891

"Okay." Aimee yawned.

Violet saw the tiredness under her eyelids and said with concern, "Aimee, if you're tired, go and rest first."

"No need." Aimee waved her hand and declined her kind offer, "I'll wait until you've finished eating."

Aimee pointed to the tray, and the bowls and chopsticks in Violet's hand, and said with a smile, "You probably don't really want to go down, after all, you don't really want to see Mr. Murphy, he's still down there."

Violet was silenced as she spoke her mind.

Aimee smiled again, "Okay, I'll stop talking, you eat."

Violet gave a nod and continued eating.

But she didn't seem to have much of an appetite, and when she ate, she didn't take it too seriously, as if she had something on her mind the whole time.

Aimee saw it and didn't ask what was on her mind.

After all, she didn't need to think much, she could guess that it must be about Mr. Murphy.

For a moment, the room was quiet, neither of them speaking again, only the sound of shallow breathing, and the sound of eating recurring.

Violet finished eating and put down the dishes in her hands.

Hearing the movement, Aimee put down the phone in her hand and looked over towards her, "Finished eating?"

Violet gave a nod.

Aimee asked again, "Are you full? If not, I'll go down and get you some more."

"That's enough, I'm already full, if I can't get enough of this much, then wouldn't I be the king of appetites?" Violet said with a smile as she wiped her mouth.

Aimee yawned again, "Alright then, I'll go down first then."

"Well, go ahead and get some rest early." Violet nodded her head.

Aimee picked up the tray and got up, heading for the door, after two steps, she seemed to think of something else, turned her head back and looked at Violet with a smile, "Violet, do you want me to ask where Mr. Murphy is sleeping tonight?"

Violet's eyes flashed, seemingly very interested, but soon, she suppressed the interest and shook her head, "No need, the villa is so big, there are so many rooms, he can stay in any room."

"Do you really not need me to ask?" Aimee confirmed once again.

Violet still nodded, "No need."

"Fine." Aimee shrugged her shoulders, "I won't ask then, I'll leave now, bye, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Violet squeezed out a smile in response.

Aimee turned her head back, before she lifted her feet and continued towards the door.

Soon, she came downstairs.

Stanley, who had been sitting in the living room, waiting for her to come down, heard the movement and immediately got up from the sofa and turned to look at the stairs, "Has she eaten?"

His sudden words startled Aimee and she almost fell down the stairs.

But fortunately, she reacted promptly and steadied herself in time, which allowed her to regain her footing, and then looked at Stanley with sultry eyes, "Mr. Murphy, please, next time make a sound, can you wait for me to stand on the flat ground first?"

Stanley frowned, then asked again, "Has she eaten?"

"......" The corners of Aimee's mouth twitched, speechless.

The man didn't listen to her at all, he only cared about whether Violet had eaten or not.

Surely a good man.

But to a friend, he was not a good friend!

Aimee didn’t bother about the man who had just nearly caused her to fall over, she was afraid she would be angry if she did.

"Yes." Aimee walked over with the tray and handed it to Stanley for him to see.