One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 83

Stanley pursed his thin lips and did not answer.

Henry didn’t care. He touched his chin and said, “See, he ordered a bottle of Louis XIII. He didn’t finish a cup, but he kept pouring for Violet. He wants to make Violet get drunk and then does something."

Hearing this, Stanley clenched his hands on the edge of the window abruptly. Then his eyes became cold.

Seeing Stanley like this, Henry felt Stanley’s abnormal concern for Violet, and his heart sank, "Stanley, are you really..."

Before he finished speaking, Stanley suddenly turned around and walked towards the door of the private room.

Henry was stunned, "Stanley, where are you going?"

Stanley still ignored him, opened the door and went out.

Henry rubbed his baby face helplessly. After muttering something, he hurried to catch up with Stanley.

Downstairs, Violet was already drunk at the moment. Her face was flushed, and her eyes widened. She was sitting there and was hiccupping.

George put down his chopsticks, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her, then spread his five fingers, "Violet, how many fingers?"

Violet blinked her blurred eyes and looked at it for a while before spit out a number uncertainly, "Two?"

A gloomy light flashed across George's eyes, "Wrong! This is five. Violet, you are drunk."

"I... I'm not drunk!" Violet was dissatisfied, pursing her red lips to retort on the spot.

George took off his glasses and put it in his chest pocket. The he smiled lowly, coaxing her softly like coaxing a child, "Okay, okay, you are not drunk. I am drunk. Shall we go home?"

"Okay." Violet hiccupped and nodded obediently.

George stood up and called the waiter to check out.

After checking out, he put Violet's bag on his shoulder first, and then he helped Violet stand up with putting one hand around her waist.

Smelling the fragrance from Violet and the strong aroma of Louis XIII, George took a deep breath, his eyes full of madness.

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, "Stop!"

George stopped abruptly and raised his eyes to look at the source of the sound. Then he saw Stanley and Henry coming one after another. His heart sank suddenly.

Why were they here?

"Give her to me!" Stanley walked to George and stopped one meter in front of him. Looking at Violet, who was drunk and unconscious in George’s arms, he said.

George didn't do it. Instead, he held Violet more tightly, "Why do I have to give her to you?"

Stanley narrowed his eyes, "Why? You deliberately made her drunk. Do you still need me to tell you the reason?"

George smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Mr. Murphy, I don't understand what you are talking about. Please let me go. Violet and I are going back."

"Do you think I will let you go? I'll say it again. Give her to me!" Stanley stopped George and warned him word by word.

George smiled slowly, and stared at him without fear, "What if I say no?"

Yes, he did deliberately get Violet drunk. When visiting the ward during the day, he accidentally heard Ivan's mother and Ivan talking about that Violet and Stanley were very close recently. He couldn't bear it anymore. He had been stayed by Violet’s side for five years. But he got nothing. She just knew Stanley one or two months, then she got so close to Stanley.

So tonight, he cheated her out in the excuse of celebrating, just to get her. As long as he got her, she would be with him, so he would never allow anyone to ruin his plan!

Thinking about it, George's eyes were fierce. His face was full of madness.

Henry, who was watching them, was taken aback by George. He was astonished.

It turned out that George, who was usually gentle, elegant and liked by patients, had such a side.

People like this basically had psychological problems. Did George have it?

Henry looked at George suspiciously.