One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 85

"Mr. Murphy..." Violet opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Stanley interrupted her and looked over, "Anything else for you? If it's nothing, you can go!"

His eyes were cold and indifferent

Violet touched her hair embarrassedly, "Well, good night, Mr. Murphy."

She really had nothing serious. She just wanted to talk to him about George. But… Forget it!

He was angry in the bathroom just now. If she continued, he would definitely be even angrier.

Violet held the knob and opened the door. Just after she took a step, Stanley's voice sounded again behind her, "Wait a minute."

Violet turned her head.

Stanley put down the tablet, got up and walked towards her, then handed her a car key.

"This is..." Violet took the car key and looked at him puzzled, not knowing what he meant.

Stanley explained in a cold voice, "You vomited in my car. Wash it and give it back tomorrow."

After speaking, he turned and returned to where he was just now, leaving Violet alone with an embarrassed face on the spot.

She knew she vomited. When she took a bath just now, she could tell it from the stains on her clothes.

But she didn't know that she vomited in his car.

"I see. I will wash it clean." Violet said in a low voice with a flushed face, holding the car key tightly.

Stanley gave a hmm, and then said nothing.

After getting to her apartment, Violet put down her handbag and two bags in her hand. Then she walked gently toward the children's room.

Seeing the two children hugging each other and sleeping soundly, Violet smiled slightly. She leaned over and kissed the two children's faces. After covering the two children with quilts, she went out quietly.

In the living room, Violet yawned. She took the phone out of her handbag. Seeing several missed calls and text messages from George, she exclaimed a little and then made a call back.

The phone was quickly connected. George's anxious voice came, "Violet, where are you now?"

"I'm at home." Violet poured herself a glass of water and replied.

George seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "That's good. You were taken away by Mr. Murphy at the time. I thought he would hurt you."

Violet drank the water and then smiled, "How is it possible! Mr. Murphy is not that kind of person."

"Do you believe him that way?" George's eyes narrowed.

"Of course, I believe you too." Violet sat down.

George thought of something. Then he tentatively asked, "Violet, did Mr. Murphy tell you anything?"

"Nothing serious. He should just see us drinking, so he misunderstood that you were doing to something to me." Violet smiled.

George slowly clenched the phone tightly, "Then do you think what he said is true?"

"Didn't I just say that I believe you just now?" Violet lay down on the sofa and stretched herself comfortably.

George released the strength in his hand and smiled.

"By the way, George, what happened at that time? Why did Mr. Murphy take me away?" Violet asked while looking at the ceiling.

George sighed with a wry smile, "At that time, you were drunk. I wanted to drive you back after I paid, but Mr. Murphy appeared and said that I wanted to do something to you, so he snatched you from me."

"So that's it." Violet nodded and understood.

George pretended to smile helplessly, "I don't know why Mr. Murphy had such a misunderstanding. We have known each other for so many years. How could I do that kind of thing to you? He took you away. I was worried about that he would do something to you. So I kept calling you and texting you. It’s so great to know that you’re okay."

Hearing this, Violet felt warmed.

Although this misunderstanding made her feel ridiculous.

However, the reason was that both George and Stanley were worried about her.