One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 922

The word "gift" was bitten very hard by this woman, and even a hint of obscenity could be heard.

As you can imagine, the gift was certainly not ordinary, or at least not a good one.

George put down his cup of tea and looked over at the sound, seeing the woman who spoke, the same one he had met a few hours ago at the stairway on the first floor, seemingly called something like Aimee.

He had never met the woman before, but had heard of her.

This woman is a jewellery designer, whose status is comparable to Violet's in the clothing design world, and is a friend of Violet and Jessie.

That's why he had heard of this woman.

But only to the extent that he had heard about her; he, himself, did not feel much for the woman.

Therefore George only gave Aimee a glance before withdrawing his gaze and continuing to drink his tea slowly.

Because he is a doctor and usually has to do surgery, he cannot drink at all, and once in a while, he has to check his work schedule for the last few days and has to see if he has surgery on those days, and if he cannot drink either.

After all, alcohol is something that takes several days to be completely excreted from the body's bloodstream.

Therefore, what he usually drinks most is water and tea, and he rarely drinks fruit juices, some of which ferment in his stomach when he drinks them.

Over time, he also fell in love with tea, and sometimes, when he went away for surgery, he would buy himself some nice tea.

But although he was rich and could buy many expensive teas, he was ultimately nowhere near the true grandeur of a man like Stanley.

Some of the teas are so expensive that even he would buy them at his discretion and not buy more than a few to try.

Like the tea he is drinking now, it is one of the expensive mother tree Da Hong Pao that he used to buy and it tastes really good.

But it was too expensive and he didn't buy it a second time, but it was always on his mind.

He never thought that here, it would be used as ordinary tea for guests by Stanley.

So you can imagine that Stanley must have many more expensive teas here.

If he could take away some ......

Thinking of the expression Stanley might have had when he had taken the tea by the way, George's thin lips could not help but curl up.

The excitement on Aimee's face faded considerably when she didn't hear a response coming from her own words, then walked quickly towards the sofa.

Walking up to the sofa, she saw that the person sitting on the sofa was not Violet or Stanley, but the man she had met on the first floor a few hours ago, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

How did this man get here?

Although she was puzzled, Aimee didn't show it on the surface and showed a polite smile, "Hello, you're Dr. Joe, right?"

She held out her hand.

Even if she didn’t like the man, she still showed respect.

George looked at the woman in front of him with a fake smile and raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing very well in his heart that this woman did not have a good feeling towards him, yet she pretended to be able to be amiable, and he had a few admiration in his heart.

After all, it's not often that he could see a woman like this.

George's thin lips pulled out a slight curve of sarcasm, but it quickly disappeared again.

As if nothing had happened, he extended his hand and shook Aimee's hand, "Hello, Miss Chamber, right?"

He did not reveal Aimee's hypocrisy, but instead greeted her blandly as well.

In short, these two are masters of acting.

The only difference is that there are levels of acting skill, and Aimee is clearly a step down from George.

At least, George was able to see that Aimee was acting, while Aimee did not see that George was also acting.

The two shook hands and then simply parted ways.

Aimee sat down on the sofa opposite George, "Dr. Joe, where's Violet?"

She asked.