One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 695

These words caused Stanley to fall silent for an instant, and only after a few seconds did he rub her hair and apologize, "I know, I'll try not to go out at night in the future and not let you worry about it."

"That's more like it." Violet smiled, and then poured him a cup of water, "This is ginger juice, drink some, I had Bella cook it shortly after you went out, it's been kept in a thermos, it's still hot, it's cold outside, drink it to drive away the cold."

"Okay." Stanley reached out and took the ginger juice.

In fact, he didn't like the taste of these things, but it was something she had prepared for him, so naturally he wouldn't refuse.

"By the way, how is Dr. Baxter doing?" Violet sat beside Stanley and suddenly asked.

Stanley narrowed his eyes and replied with a sneer, "He wants to die."

"What?" Violet frowned, "He still loves Ivy a lot, did you persuade him?"

"I've asked his parents to rush over there, if his parents have advised and he still won't listen, then let him be." Stanley finished his ginger juice and put the cup on the coffee table, then got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Violet looked at the empty cup and sighed.

She really didn't expect Henry to love Ivy this much.

She had always known that Henry loved Ivy, but had no idea that his infatuation was more serious than she had imagined.

Thanks to that, when she heard Henry tell Ivy that he would never love her again and that he would never see her again, she thought that Henry had finally given up.

After all, when Henry had let Ivy go, and said that he would never love Ivy again, she felt that Henry had come out of his obsession and quite admired him.

Yet now Henry had directly knocked back her senses of him.

She had seen such a man before, but it was the first time she had seen one so infatuated and outrageous.

But this proved that Henry really loved Ivy.

But Ivy did not cherish it.

Of course, even if Ivy cherished it, Ivy and Henry still wouldn't be together because Ivy had engineered the murder of Stanley's parents at the age of ten.

So Ivy's end is all but predetermined.

As he was thinking about it, Stanley came out of the bathroom, his clothes having been changed into pajamas.

Violet raised her eyes to look at him, "Honey, didn't Ivy have a last message for you to pass on to Dr. Baxter before she died, did you tell him?"

"No." Stanley shook his head.

Violet blinked, "Why?"

"It's not time yet, if I tell him now, he will understand that Ivy already knew the fact that she loved him before she died and regretted not finding out sooner, so with Henry's character, he will definitely be impulsive and die with Ivy. Let's wait until we have the chance afterwards." Stanley said as he walked over to the bed and lied under the cover.

Violet nodded, "You're right about that."

"Alright, enough about them, come here to sleep." Stanley patted the spot beside him, gesturing for Violet to go over.

Violet smiled and walked over.

Just as she reached the bed, her hand was pulled by Stanley, then he tugged hard and Violet was dragged straight to the bed and laid down in his arms.

"Sleep." Stanley tucked her and himself in, held her close and closed his eyes.

Violet could see the tiredness on his face and gave a muffled sound, nestled obediently in his arms without moving and closed her eyes as well.

After tossing and turning most of the night, both of them were long tired, so they soon fell asleep.

They did not wake up till the next day at noon, when Stanley was woken up by a phone call from Fraser.

He opened his eyes with a frown and after looking down at the woman in his arms, he moved to carefully remove the woman's hand from his waist before twisting around to reach for the phone at the foot of the bed.

But even though he moved gently, he still woke Violet up.

After all, the phone was ringing there.