One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Little children, with naive minds, generally believe whatever adults say.

So when they heard that, they naturally believed that Violet was really tired because she had waited for them for too long.

This made guilt rise in Arya's heart, "It is my fault, if I hadn't thrown up when I got off the plane, Mommy wouldn't have waited so long." Looking at the little girl's self-condemned look, Stanley was more or less speechless in his heart.

After all, it wasn't her fault, it was his.

So now the little girl took the fault on herself, so he was more or less irresponsible.

"Arya." Stanley bent down and gently stroked Arya's hair, saying gently, "This matter isn't your fault, it's daddy's fault."

"It's Daddy's fault?" Arya cocked her little head in some bewilderment.

Stanley nodded, "Yes, it's daddy's fault, I didn't take care of you guys, that's why you got a cold and made Mommy wait for a long time."

"I don't blame daddy." Arya hugged his hand, "It was me kicked the cover away at night, so it's not Daddy's fault."

"You really don't blame Daddy?" Stanley looked at the little girl.

The little girl said, "No."

Stanley smiled, "Then, since you don't blame daddy for not taking care of you and making you catch a cold, then you shouldn't blame yourself either, okay? It's not your fault that you caught a cold. You fell asleep and didn't know that you would kick the cover away, so don't blame yourself, okay?"

"Okay." Arya smiled and nodded.

"Good." Stanley kissed his daughter's face.

And of course, he kissed Calvin.

They were his children, and he would be generous to them.

Aimee witnessed Stanley coaxing the children, "I really can't see that you are good at taking care of children, Mr. Murphy."

"I will naturally take care of my children." Stanley glanced at her coldly.

Anyway, this matter, he wasn't to blame Arya, but this woman.

What was all this nonsense?

How could Arya blame herself if her words hadn't aroused her curiosity?

Aimee read Stanley's thoughts and averted her eyes, stating that she didn't know anything.

Stanley didn't bother to pay attention to her, hugging Arya and holding Calvin's hand, he got up and headed to the dining room to get ready for breakfast.

Even though the two kids had already eaten breakfast, it didn't stop him from letting them eat a little more.

After all, he didn't want his two children to stay with this woman.

Who knew if this woman, again, would say something inexplicable that would arouse the curiosity of the two children?

By eleven o'clock at noon, Violet finally opened her eyes and woke up.

Looking at the messy bed, as well as herself covered in stains, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, the memory of last night's crazy scene instantly all came flooding back, very clear, and her face turned hot and scarlet.

Because last night was so crazy, traces of her and Stanley were left on the floor, on the sofa, on the dresser, and so on.

She never knew that she had been wild.

Thinking of her passion last night, Violet lowered her head, covered her face, and hummed out her voice in a shy manner.

Was that really her?

She couldn't believe at all that that was herself last night.

It was true that woman became more open when they were almost 30!

Just as Violet was shying, there was a knock on the door of the room.

As if a frightened cat, Violet hurriedly put her hand down from her face, pulled up the quilt and hid herself in, showing only two eyes, staring in the direction of the room door, "Who is it?"

When she spoke, she realized that her voice was dry and hoarse, but not unpleasant.

But it even revealed a different kind of flavor.

The person outside the door was Aimee, and when she heard this voice of Violet, an obscene smile appeared on her face, "It's me, Violet, can I come in?"

Come in?

Violet looked down at her unclothed self and hurriedly replied, "No!"

How could she let anyone in when she wasn't even dressed and her room was such a mess?

Outside the door, Aimee laughed even more teasingly.

She had no intention of going in, and the reason she said that was just to tease Violet.

Now hearing Violet's reaction, the purpose had been achieved, so she stopped teasing and opened her mouth and said seriously, "Okay, I won't come in. Violet, hurry up and come down, if you don't come down for dinner, you'll be late for the tournament later."

"The tournament!" Hearing these words, Violet's voice instantly raised, and she directly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

But being really unfit, and not having eaten yet, her body was limp and had little strength.

So as soon as her feet hit the ground, she missed her footing and fell straight to the ground.

But the floor was thickly carpeted, so she did not get hurt when she fell to the ground, she quickly hold the edge of the bed to stand up, "Gosh, I forgot that I have work today, I ......'

Aimee outside the door thought something had happened, hearing her words, she rolled her eyes, "Violet, take it easy, the morning work has been postponed to the afternoon by Mr. Murphy, otherwise how could I still be here at this time? Didn't Mr. Murphy tell you about it?"

Upon hearing that, Violet took the robe, ready to put it on, and she froze.

What?

Work postponed to the afternoon?

So, she didn't have to rush?

Violet breathed a huge sigh of relief, then sat on her butt on the edge of the bed, good-natured and amused, "No, he didn't tell me, I didn't even know about it."

Aimee bristled, "Then it seems that Mr. Murphy arranged it after you fell asleep last night, but he didn't even leave you a note or something, otherwise it would make you nervous."

Violet nodded approvingly, "You're right."

She was so nervous just now.

If word got out that she, a judge, was actually late for the morning, her credibility in the design community would naturally disappear for the most part.

And then the circle that wanted to work with her had to think about her being on time and not on time.

"Okay, Violet, hurry up and come out, it's time for lunch." Aimee added after knocking on the door.

Violet nodded, "I know, you go down first, I'll be down in a moment."

"Okay." Aimee finished speaking and turned to leave.

Violet put the bathrobe on, made the bed, got up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened it.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she rolled her neck and stretched, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air before turning toward the bathroom.

By the time she finished showering, changed and packed out, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Violet opened the door to her room and went out, just in time to see the maid cleaning the railing on the second floor.

She stepped forward and said, "Cleaned up the room in a moment."

"Yes, ma'am." The maid responded respectfully.

Violet turned around and went downstairs, and Aimee was sitting in the living room on the phone.

She didn't know who was on the other side of the phone, but Aimee was laughing.

Violet raised her eyebrows, it seemed like she was in a relationship.

"Violet, you're here." Aimee saw Violet and waved her hand at Violet.

Violet smiled.

Aimee spoke to the other end of the line and hung up the phone.

Violet poured herself a glass of water and asked curiously, "Why did you hang up?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐