One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 892 A Day of Wrong Payments

Of course, Aimee cursed in her heart, but she did not dare to show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction on

the surface.

After all, this was a man she cannot afford to mess with.

"Yes, Mr. Murphy, I'll leave now." Aimee squeezed out an extremely hypocritical smile, then turned

around and was about to leave.

But after just two steps, she suddenly thought of something and stopped again, "Mr. Murphy, can I ask

you a question?"

Stanley frowned, "What do you want to ask?"

Aimee rubbed her hands together, "Actually, it's not that I want to ask you, but I'm asking for Violet, just

want to know where you're sleeping tonight and which room you're staying in?"

Stanley's eyes flashed with a shining light, "Oh? Help Violet inquire?"

"Right." Aimee nodded, "Although Violet kicked you out of the room, but she has you in her heart ah,

still care about you, so she naturally wants to know where you sleep, but you quarreled, even if she

cares about where you live tonight, she is too embarrassed to ask you, when I offered that I would ask

you and she did not refuse, it means that Violet really wants to know where you're staying."

After hearing her words, Stanley's thin lips curled up slightly, his mood obviously becoming very good.

"I'm staying in the next room." Stanley said.

Aimee pointed upstairs, "Is that next door to your master bedroom?"

"Or what?" Stanley wrinkled his brow.

Aimee gave a smile, "I know, I'll tell Violet here so that Violet can feel at ease."

Stanley didn't say anything, watching her take out her phone and send a message to Violet.

Soon, Violet, who was already back in bed and ready to sleep some more, received a message from

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When she learned that Stanley was sleeping next door to her tonight, the corners of her mouth clearly

raised a slight curve, but she still murmured arrogantly, "Aimee really asked, didn't I tell her not to ask?"

As she murmured, she typed back a message: Got it, don't pry for anything else.

Aimee smiled: What else can I inquire? It is enough that I help you inquire about where Mr. Murphy

lives, the rest is left to you two.

Having said that, Aimee put down her phone.

Stanley narrowed his eyes slightly, "What did she say?"

Aimee looked at him and said, "I told Violet that you were sleeping next door to her tonight, and Violet

said she knew."

"She knew?" Stanley raised his eyebrows, obviously less satisfied with this answer.

"Is there nothing else?" He asked, undeterred.

Aimee shrugged, “No, that is all she said, and asked me not to inquire other things. But Mr. Murphy,

since you want her to ask about you, why don’t you allow her to say. I can be sure that, once Violet

comes down to you right away, you will make up and Violet will serve you tonight."

"No need." Stanley said with a black face and crossed over to her towards the stairs and went upstairs.

Aimee looked at his back and rolled her eyes, "Fine, you're just stubborn, but I will not forget that you

are submissive in front of Violet, just wait and see, you're definitely the one who'll be the first to make

compromise, humph!"

With those words, Aimee headed for the kitchen with her tray.

Stanley had no idea what Aimee had said when he went upstairs.

He arrived on the third floor and habitually walked to the door of his and Violet's room and raised his

hand to open the door.

But just as he put his hand on the door handle, he suddenly realized that he had been thrown out of the

room by Violet.

Stanley had no choice but to put his hand down and rub his brow, staring at the door that separated

him from Violet, his eyes sorrowful for a while before he turned around and walked towards the next

door.

The room next door was only separated from Violet's room by a wall.

Although he couldn't go back to Violet's room to stay with her, he lived next door, so he was indirectly

living together.

With this thought, Stanley felt slightly more comforted and then headed towards the bathroom to

prepare for washing up.

Violet got out of bed immediately when footsteps came from outside the door, trotted towards the door

and then looked out through the peephole viewer.

The third floor was her exclusive floor, and usually no one would come up except the two children and

the cleaning maid.

Aimee, avoiding suspicion, would not come up even more, and had just come up because she had

received Stanley's instructions.

And as Aimee had just come up, it was less likely that she would come up again this time.

The maids usually cleaned in the morning or in the afternoon, they didn't come in the evening and the

two children had been sent away and were unlikely to come here.

Jimmy was still so small and Marry wouldn't carry Jimmy up, not to mention that Jimmy was still asleep.

So naturally, there was only one person up at this moment, Stanley.

Had he come back to concede defeat to her?

Violet kept staring at the peephole viewer, her mind completely forgetting what Aimee had just said,

that Stanley would live next door to her.

Especially when she saw Stanley stop at the door, she thought even less of the words and thought

even more in her heart that Stanley finally couldn't argue with her and decided to let her stay, so he

came up to admit defeat to her.

However, just when Violet was happily about to open the door and let him in, Stanley suddenly turned

around and walked forward again.

Once his figure was out of sight where the peephole viewer could peer, she heard the movement of the

door opening, although she didn't know what he was doing.

So it became clear that he was opening the door to the next room.

It was also at this moment that she remembered the text message from Aimee just now, saying that

Stanley was preparing to live next door.

Realizing this, Violet felt angry and she couldn't help but stomp her feet.

She had thought that he had come back to admit defeat and agree to her staying.

It turned out that he was just temporarily at the wrong door.

She was pissed off!

Violet bit her lip, so angry she was about to cry.

But in the end, she didn't cry, and with a grunt, turned towards where the bed was.

Violet took a deep breath and lifted the covers and went back to bed, ready to sleep.

But she closed her eyes, but she could not fall asleep, and her mind was restless.

In the end, she simply sat up, grabbed the pillow where Stanley usually slept and gave it a bang,

treating it like Stanley to vent, as if that would make her feel better.

But unfortunately, even when she did, she didn't feel any better, even if she was in the mood to vent.

Violet hugged Stanley's pillow and looked at it with a bitter smile.

This was the first time she and Stanley had slept in separate rooms.

Although it felt quite fresh, it was more of a sadness and panic.

This gave her more or less the impression that she and Stanley had entered a period of marital

burnout, which made her feel very unhappy.

Meanwhile, this was the second time she had argued with him and gone cold turkey with him.

The first time, it was when she and he were set up by Ivy and Stanley misunderstood that her mother

was the one who ran over his parents.

That time they had a cold war that lasted for a long time and was even about to go to the point of

divorce.