One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 814

"Don't worry, he won't be able to find Jessie, me and Stanley, we won't let him find her." Violet put down her chopsticks and said, "What's more, I talked to Jessie about this matter, and she said that she won't be curious about George, and she won't think about seeing him. As long as Jessie isn't curious about George, then she won't fall in love with him once again."

They say that falling in love with someone basically starts with curiosity.

The current Jessie forgot about George, but Jessie knew that she had loved George in the past and was still deeply in love, so such Jessie was the most curious about George.

But at the same time, Jessie knows that she loved George in the past and loved him very painfully, so she also restrains herself from being curious about George.

All in all, half safe, half dangerous, she guessed.

It was up to Jessie herself to restrain her curiosity about George, if she could restrain it, then Jessie would not fall in love with him, if she could not, then everything would be in vain and it would be back to square one.

Let's just hope that Jessie won't think about George and won't be curious about him.

"If she can do what she says, then of course it's no problem, I'm afraid she can't do that." Aimee said.

Violet smiled, "Actually, I'm also most worried about this, but it's useless to worry, Jessie is not around and I can't control her, everything can only depend on her, so let’s trust her."

"That's all we can do." Aimee nodded.

The two didn't talk about that anymore after that, and talked about other things.

After the meal, the two left the dining room and went to the study to get busy.

This had been the norm for them every night, after all, with so much work as a judge, it was impossible to get it all done during the day.

And they were not just judges, they were mentors, and they had to give advice to the contestants under their hands on their work, suggesting the best way to modify it, etc.

And all of that, it was more than can be accomplished during daytime game time, so naturally, they come back at night and have to deal with it.

And they had to work for hours.

By the time the work was over, it was after eleven in the middle of the night.

Violet put down the pencil in her hand, stretched and stood up, then moved her sore back.

Aimee did the same, turning her neck while moving her wrists and saying with a bitter smile on her face, "I never thought that being a judge and mentor would actually be this tiring."

She thought at first that being a judge would be a matter of sitting in the judge's chair, holding a microphone and commenting on each contestant's work as good or bad.

She didn't expect to not only need to critique, but also to help the contestant revise.

Looking at Aimee with a tired face, Violet smiled, brought her a cup of coffee, "Yeah, being a judge is tiring, but don't you still have me with you, have a cup of coffee to refresh your mind."

Aimee took the coffee, "It's because I had you with me that I kept going until now, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold on and fall asleep."

She was supposed to be a person who did what she wanted, if she couldn't hold it together, she could just sleep it off, why treat herself so badly?

But if someone was there with her, she would lift her spirits and get through it with the other person.

Aside from respecting the other woman, most importantly, she didn't want to lose.

Violet knew what kind of character Aimee was, so she naturally knew why she said that, and shook her head with laughter, "Well, we've been busy for so long, and we're all sleepy, so let's just go back and wash up."

"Okay." Aimee looked at her watch and responded with a yawn.

The two men finished their cups of coffee, turned off the light in the study and went out to their room.

On the other side, M Country.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon during the day in M Country.

Ivan leaned outside the operating room, his head slightly bowed, a lit cigarette in his hand.

The smoke was so thick that it obscured his face, making the expression on his face hazy and completely unreadable.