One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

George's eyes flashed, "I came here to pick you up."

"Pick me up?" Violet shook her groggy head, "How did you know I am here?"

George didn't answer, but raised both hands and patted in the air.

Hearing this crisp clapping sound, Violet felt her mind became even more dizzy. She staggered and fell back on the booth.

George stepped forward and helped her up, "Let's go back."

"What about Jessie?" Violet turned back, looking at Jessie who was lying on the sofa.

George lowered his eyes and said quietly, "Don't worry. George has gone to the bathroom. When he comes back, he will drive her back."

When Violet heard this, she was relieved immediately and nodded, "Okay."

George helped her walk to the bar counter.

Along the way, Violet was dizzy so badly that she couldn't even see the road. She staggered.

She didn't know why she was so drunk all of a sudden. Obviously, she was okay just now.

Moreover, what they drank was not that kind of spirits.

George helped Violet to the bar counter, and handed over the bank card and the note with Jessie's address.

The bartender glanced at him, understood what he meant, and nodded at him, indicating that he would arrange someone to drive Jessie back.

George gave a hmm, took back the bank card, and helped Violet out of the bar.

When they came to the car, George asked Violet, "Violet, where's the car key?"

Violet was taken aback for a moment, and squinted at him, "Mr. Murphy, what did you call me just now?"

George didn't panic. Instead, he smiled, "I call you Violet. Don't you like it?"

Violet looked at his eyes which were as deep as an ancient well. Her mind blurred. Then she opened her red lips, "I like it."

"Well." George didn't say anything. He took out the car key from her bag.

After the car door was opened, Violet was helped into the car by George like a puppet.

George touched her face when he fastened the seat belt for her.

During the whole process, Violet didn't make any resistance at all, as if she couldn't feel anything. Her eyes were dull.

George saw that she was so well-behaved now, and the eyes behind the lenses were filled with morbid madness.

He bowed his head and kissed Violet's forehead. Then he muttered to himself, "Violet, if only you could be so behaved forever."

Then he didn't need to hypnotize her to make her think he was Stanley.

Because she would not resist Stanley. If she was sober now, if he kissed her and touched her like this, she might have avoided him so far long ago.

Thinking of this, George sneered, but it was fleeting.

Then, he closed the door of passenger seat, got into the driver's seat, and drove towards the apartment.

He wanted to get her. He must get her tonight. Even if he had to use Stanley's identity, it didn't matter. When she woke up the next day, he told her that she was drunk and treated him as Stanley. Even if she didn't accept it, she had to accept it.

Because he didn't want to bear it anymore. The two children had already started calling Stanley Dad, and even said that they wanted to match Violet with Stanley. How could he allow it happen? Violet could only be his!

George squeezed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator with a distorted face. In less than twenty minutes, the car arrived downstairs the apartment.

"Violet, here we are. Let's get off." George parked the car, regaining a gentle smile on his face. After unfastening the seat belt, he turned his head and said to the woman in the passenger seat.

The woman nodded blankly, opened the door and got out of the car.

George took her hand and led her into the apartment building.

As soon as they entered, a black Bentley stopped at the building.

Fraser rolled down the car window and looked at the entrance of the building, then turned to look to the back seat, "Mr. Murphy, I just seemed to see Violet and Dr. Joe."

Hearing this, Stanley frowned, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Fraser nodded.

He could never see the face of Violet wrong.

Stanley pursed his thin lips. He opened the car door and got out of the car. His eyes were rather gloomy when he looked at the entrance of the building.

It was so late. What did she bring George back for?

Stanley's face sank. Then he walked in.

A few minutes later, he walked out of the elevator and came to the door of Violet's apartment.

The apartment door was closed. He couldn't see the situation inside, but he heard a voice from inside, "Violet, who am I?"

George!

Stanley instantly narrowed his eyes and stared at the door of the room in front of him.

The next second, Violet's voice also sounded, but her voice was strange, with no pitch fluctuations, and seemed very mechanical, "... You are Mr. Murphy."

"Bingo!" George looked at the woman below him and smiled lowly.

Although he also hated himself being regarded as Stanley by her, it didn't matter, as long as he could get her!

George pressed Violet on the shoe cabinet, raised her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Just when his lips were about to fall on Violet's lips, the apartment door was suddenly kicked open.

George was taken aback, and immediately raised his head to look at the door.

Seeing Stanley outside the door, George was furious, "It's you again. Why do you come here to ruin my things every time?"

Stanley ignored George's words. Then he slowly retracted his legs and entered the house with a gloomy expression on his face. He pulled Violet to his side, looked her up and down, and checked her situation. Seeing her clothes were still on her body and there was no trace of being bullied, he felt relieved.

But soon, Stanley discovered something wrong with Violet.

She didn't say a word and there was no expression on her face. Even her eyes were hollow, like a puppet without a soul.

"What did you do to her?" Stanley glared at George. His voice was so cold.

But George was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled madly, "Guess!"

Stanley's temples bulged. He stepped forward to pinch George's neck, and slowly tightened his strength, "I don't have the free time to play word-guessing games with you. What did you do to her?" George didn't expect that Stanley would actually act on him and would be so ruthless. So he was a little stunned.

But soon, after he reacted, he glanced at Violet behind Stanley and smiled even more crazily, "Even if you ask it a few more times, the answer is the same. I won't tell you. If you dare, just kill me." Stanley frowned when he saw George like this. Suddenly, he remembered that George was a lunatic with a mental illness.

Such lunatics were not afraid of death, so such threats were useless to George.

Thinking of this, Stanley threw George off in disgust.

George fell on the ground, coughing violently while covering his neck. The blue veins on his neck were all exposed. His face was flushed, and his glasses were crookedly hanging on the bridge of his nose, but it couldn't fall off.

Stanley pulled the dull Violet to him and looked at George condescendingly, "I won't kill you, but I won't make you feel better!"

After speaking, he took out his cell phone and dialed Henry's number.

Henry was on the night shift, so he answered quickly, "What's up?"