Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again
Chapter 244 Promise?

Hearing Violet mentioning him, Stanley narrowed his eyes, stopped, and stood outside the door quietly listening.

Inside the door, Violet leaned tiredly on the head of the bed, covered with the black quilt of Stanley, holding the phone with a gloomy expression on her face, "Mr. Hunt, I will never help you to beg Mr. Murphy. Why do I have to help you?"

Eason looked at the account book, and became anxious, "Violet, I know I'm sorry for you, so you hate me. But you must help me this time. Do you have the heart to watch the Hunt family go bankrupt? ?" "So what? I said before that I wish the Hunt family to go bankrupt, so you are begging the wrong person. Why do you think that Mr. Murphy will listen to me and let you go!"

Violet pinched the bridge of her nose and sneered disdainfully, "Mr. Hunt, the incident was caused by Phoebe. She annoyed Mr. Murphy. Your family deserve to have fallen to this point!"

"You..." Eason was pissed off by her so that his hand which was holding the phone was shaking.

Stanley outside the door listened to Violet talk back Eason. He smiled and felt warm.

It was great. She was on his side this time!

"Enough, Mr. Hunt, I have to hang up first." Violet took a deep breath, suppressing the irritability in her mind, and said in a cold voice.

"Wait." Eason stopped her, "What do you want me to do and then you're willing to help me?"

"I won't help you in any way. Give up. If you dare to threaten me with those tricks like last time, I promise you will regret it. My counterattack will never be the same as last time, which is just to embarrass you." After saying this, Violet hung up the phone.

Afterwards, she put down the phone and rubbed her sore temples, trying to calm down.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

Stanley came in with a cup of coffee.

Violet thought he had prepared it for her, so she reached out to him, took the coffee in his hand, "Thank you, Mr. Murphy, I just need these things to refresh my mind."

With that, she picked up the coffee cup and took a sip pure dark coffee without milk and sugar.

The bitter taste dissipated in her mouth. Violet frowned. Although she felt a little difficult to swallow, her tiredness which was woken by Eason immediately dissipated. She felt much better. She couldn't help lowering her head to take another sip.

Seeing Violet drinking his coffee, Stanley moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He chuckled and leaned against the bed, "It was Eason's call just now?" " "Yes." Violet said, "He called and said that you completely suppressed the Hunt Group because of what happened last night. The Hunt Group is now liquidating assets and is about to file for bankruptcy. He doesn't want to go bankrupt, so he wanted me to beg you, asking you to let him go. It's kind of funny."

"Where is it funny?" Stanley crossed his arms on his chest.

Violet put the coffee cup on the bed, "He asked me to beg you. He's so sure that as long as I ask you, you will agree."

"He was right." Stanley looked at her.

Violet was stunned. It took her a long time to say something, "Mr. Murphy, will you really agree?"

"Yes, as long as you ask me, I will agree, because I love you. Everyone who knows that I love you knows that you are my weakness." Stanley took her hand and placed it in his chest. Violet felt the heartbeat under her hand. Then she said, "Mr. Murphy..."

Stanley chuckled slightly, "But I'm very happy that you didn't promise Eason."

Violet took her hand back, "Of course I won't promise him. I hate his guts."

"Don't worry. He won't bother you again in the future."

"Mr. Murphy, what do you want to do?" Violet's eyes widened.

Stanley pursed his thin lips and said, "Nothing. I'm just going to let Fraser give him a warn."

"That's it?" Violet breathed a sigh of relief and made a pose that she cut her neck, "I thought you planned to do this. I don't want you to kill others."

"Worry about me?" Stanley looked at her with a smile.

"Who is worried about you?" Violet looked away.

Stanley touched her messy hair, "It doesn't matter even if you admit it."

"I'm not worried about you. Why do I have to admit it? I have to leave!" With that, Violet lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She endured the pain, and walked past him and out of the room. Seeing her back and her red ears, Stanley smiled faintly, without any intention of chasing her.

He knew that she was now at a time when she didn't know how to respond to his feelings, so it was better to let her calm down by herself.

Thinking of this, Stanley picked up the cold coffee beside the bed, and took a sip at the place Violet had just drunk.

"Huh..." Violet returned to her apartment opposite. After closing the door, she leaned on the door and took a deep breath, wanting to adjust herself.

However, it was useless. She put her hand on her chest, where the heart was still beating very fast, almost jumping out of her throat. She couldn't calm down at all, all of which was caused by Stanley. Of course, what Violet cared most about was not this, but Stanley's proposal in the morning.

Although she rejected him, he didn't say to give up, only saying that he would wait until she accepted him. This meant that he had the intention to pursue her.

So, would she need to promise him?

At this moment, Violet was confused. She slowly slid down the door panel, and finally sat on the ground, bending her legs and burying her head in her knees. She did not lift up her head for a long time. It wasn't until the doorbell above her head rang that she stood up. Then she looked at monitoring before opening the door, "Why are you here?"

The person outside was Jessie.

Jessie came in with a file bag, "I can't get through your phone. So I came to you in person!"

Violet closed the door and quickly took out the phone, only to replace that the phone was turned off.

"It should be dead. I didn't charge it last night." Violet said, putting the phone back in her pocket.

Jessie was changing slippers, smiling, "Last night you were busy with doing that stuff with Mr. Murphy. How could you remember to charge it?"

Hearing this, Violet was blushed.

Jessie smiled and bumped Violet with her shoulder, "How about Mr. Murphy in that aspect? Is he good? Is it big?"

Violet slapped Jessie irritably, and said in embarrassment, "Enough! Why did you come to me?"

Violet changed the subject.

Seeing that Violet didn't want to talk about what happened last night, although Jessie was a little regretful, she stopped asking more questions and handed Violet the file bag. "What is this?" Violet took it suspiciously.

Jessie came into the living room, poured herself a glass of water, and explained, "A costume invitation for a variety show."

"Variety show?" Violet blinked.

Jessie nodded, "You heard it right. It's run by Star Entertainment. Recently, this entertainment company has sponsored two idol groups and launched a variety show for these two groups, so they plan to let us give these members of the two groups design the most fashionable clothes."

"Why don't they contact other clothing companies, but instead replace us?" Violet took out the information in the file bag, feeling very puzzled.000☐☐☐☐☐