Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

He then dropped the lid of the box and picked at its contents with his long, slender fingers.

Looking at the contents of the box, Stanley's eyes darkened and the knot in his throat slid slightly as his mind began to fantasise about how these things would come in handy later.

At that moment, the sound of a door opening came from the direction of the bathroom.

Stanley put the object back on his fingers and looked up in the direction of the bathroom.

Violet had already finished her toilet and came out of the bathroom. She carried the hem of her skirt on both sides with both hands and walked in a graceful manner towards this side.

As she got closer and closer, Stanley's eyes grew darker and darker, and his gaze couldn't stop glancing at her, as if he was referencing something.

Violet felt it, her footsteps slightly paused, and a bad feeling rose up in her heart.

What did it mean?

Why did she feel as if he wanted to eat her up?

It's an illusion, isn't it?

Violet swallowed and looked at the man with some trepidation, looking into his dark eyes, her heart contracted, "Honey, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? What do I have on me?" She could feel his gaze not only on her face, but everywhere on her body, his eyes practically nailed it.

It made her wonder if there was something about herself that he couldn't take his eyes off.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to see you." Stanley's voice was low and hoarse as he replied, while picking up the lid of the box and motionlessly closing it to cover the contents.

Violet only felt that he was strange, "It's not like I haven't seen you for a long time, you make it sound like I've been separated from you for a long time."

Stanley hooked his lips, "Of course it's been a long time since we separated, that's why I wanted to see you."

Violet laughed at his words, "How come I didn't know before that you were so sweet-mouthed and could say these love words?"

She retraced her steps towards him.

Stanley put the box aside, then reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, making her sit on his lap.

Violet also smoothly wrapped her arms around his neck.

Stanley lowered his head and gave her a kiss on her red lips, before saying, "So you know now? As long as you like it, I can say it anytime." Violet smiled happily, "Good, then I'll wait for you to say a love word to me every day."

"Okay." Stanley scratched the bridge of her nose.

Violet's eyes were drawn to the box he had just put to the side, then she let go of his neck and reached for the box, "What's in here?" However, her hand had just touched the box and before she could pick it up, Stanley's large hand reached over and pressed directly on the box. The implication was clear: she was not allowed to take it.

Violet turned her head in surprise and looked at Stanley, obviously not understanding why Stanley was trying to stop him, "Honey, what are you doing?" Stanley's eyes flashed, his voice still husky and sexual, "You can't look at it for now."

"Why?" Violet blinked, very confused, "Isn't what's in here a gift from Aimee to us? Why can't I look at it?"

"It's not that you can't look at it, it's that you can't look at it now." Stanley said with deep eyes.

It won't come in handy at night if she saw it now.

She will certainly find a way to get rid of the contents of the box.

So for the sake of the evening, so that the contents of the box could come in handy, he had to stop her from looking inside it now.

As Violet listened to Stanley's words, she only felt more confused, "Why can't I look at it now?"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared intently at the man, as if to see something in his face.

But there was nothing on the man's face, and she couldn't see at all what he was hiding.

This left Violet more or less defeated.

Stanley shifted his gaze slightly, not meeting Violet's gaze.

He was afraid that if he stared at it for too long, he would get soft and couldn't resist taking his hand away and letting her open the box now. So, for the sake of the evening's happiness, he had to be ruthless.

"You'll know when the time comes, don't worry, I won't harm you." Stanley touched Violet's face with one hand and told her very seriously.

Violet took his hand off her face, "Of course I know you won't harm me, it's just that you're being so secretive, it makes me feel bad inside and more curious, let me see what's inside, okay?" She shook the man's arm.

The man's pupils flinched slightly and he almost resisted the urge to show her.

But in the end, reason won out over impulse, and he held back his heart and refused.

"No." Stanley flicked his thin lips and replied with cold indifference.

The petulance on Violet's face instantly disappeared and changed to an expressionless face, "Fine, you refuse to show me this too, so you tell me what's inside."

"Nor can I." Stanley picked her up and put her on the sofa to the side, then got up and held the box in his hands, "Still, you'll know when the time comes."

With that, he headed for the cloakroom with the box in his arms.

His went to hide the box before she found it, saw it in advance, and then secretly disposed of it.

Looking at Stanley's otherworldly look, Violet didn't know what he was going to do, and her face turned flushed with anger.

This man, to keep her from looking inside the box, actually went so far as to hide it from her, guarding her like a thief.

It really pissed her off.

Violet stood up, clenched her hands into fists and stomped her feet, "Stanley you bastard."

Stanley also felt quite an asshole as he listened to his wife's scolding behind him.

But to get a piece of the action for himself, he had to be an asshole about it.

With a sigh, Stanley kept his footsteps and continued on, soon entering the cloakroom.

Violet stood in place biting her lip, her face all puffed up with anger.

But no longer angry, he wouldn't show her, wouldn't even tell her what was still in the box, and had to hide it.

What else could she do when she was angry?

Violet grunted and muttered in dissatisfaction, "If you don't show me, I can go and ask."

Thinking that, Violet did not stay in the room much longer, turned around and walked out of the room and went downstairs.

When Stanley came out of the cloakroom after hiding his things, all he saw was an empty room with no one else in it.

He froze for a moment.

Stanley looked around the room, making sure that he was the only one in the room and that Violet had gone out before he rubbed his brow and began to reflect on whether he had gone a little too far. Tell her anything would be fine, whether she believes it or not, at least he answered.

But it's no use thinking about that now, she is already out.

It's just that she is gone now, so wait until the evening and coax her.

When he thought of what would happen in the evening, Stanley's eyes darkened and he could not help but look forward to it.

On the other hand, after Violet left the room, she went straight to the living room on the ground floor of the villa and looked for Aimee.

But Aimee was not in the living room at the moment, and she thought back again to when Aimee had said she would go to the second floor to see Jimmy after the phone call.

At this moment, then, Aimee should be on the second floor.

With that thought, Violet darkened her face again and headed for the second floor.

As a result, at the stairway on the second floor, he met George who was about to go downstairs.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐