One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 80 Blow Out the Hair

"Huh?" Violet was stunned.

Seeing her motionless, Stanley frowned, "What are you still doing? There will be a meeting later."

"Yes." Violet immediately reacted when she heard that there would be a meeting later. Then she quickly

walked to the lounge with the bag.

After entering the lounge, she smelled the fragrance of mint in the air. Then she suddenly realized that

this was also Stanley's room.

She actually took a shower in his room!

Violet glanced back at the door of the lounge. Her face was blushed.

But soon, the sticky feeling on her body calmed her down again. After taking a deep breath, she

stopped thinking about it and went to take a shower.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the lounge, Stanley, who was working on the documents,

suddenly stopped the pen in his hand. He looked towards the lounge.

After watching for a while, he suddenly stood up, pulled his tie impetuously, then opened the drawer,

took out a box of cigarettes from it, and walked to the balcony.

Feeling the cold wind blowing from the balcony, Stanley rubbed his temples. Then he calmed down a

lot.

Not long after, Violet came out of the shower and found that the man was not there. Just thinking about

whether he had gone out, the door of the office was suddenly opened.

Fraser came in from the outside, holding a document in his hand, "Mr. Murphy, about the first half of the

year..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Violet, who was standing in front of the sofa and wiping her hair

with a towel. He was so shocked that his glasses almost slipped off, "Violet, why are you here? You..."

The damp hair and the water vapor emitted from the body obviously showed that she had just taken a

shower.

Taking a shower in Mr. Murphy's office! Did she and Mr. Murphy...

Hiss!

Fraser gasped. He was dumbfounded.

Violet looked at him blankly, "Fraser, what's wrong with you?"

Fraser came back to his senses. His attitude towards her changed in an instant, becoming a lot more

polite, "I'm fine. Violet, where's Mr. Murphy?"

Just as Violet was about to answer that she didn't know, the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony

was opened. Stanley came in from outside, "What's the matter?"

Smelling the smell of smoke coming from Stanley, Fraser was even more certain of his guess.

The man smoked after the sex and the woman took showers after the sex.

Sure enough, Mr. Murphy and Violet had sex in the office!

Thinking of this, Fraser was shocked. He could not be calmed for a long time, but he maintained a

consistent calm on the face, pushed his glasses and replied, "Here is the thing. I just came back from

the data department and found the data about the first half of the year is not right. I want to report it to

you specially."

"I know. Put it down. I'll watch it later." Stanley nodded.

Fraser put the file on the table, "Mr. Murphy, I have to go first." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

After finishing speaking, before Stanley agreed, Fraser had already gone out.

Violet looked at the direction he was leaving, feeling a little puzzled, "How do I feel that Fraser doesn't

seem to be right?"

Stanley made no comment and walked towards the table.

Violet put down the towel and tucked up her wet hair.

Her hair was too long and too much. After being wet, it stuck to her scalp. It was heavy and very

uncomfortable.

Stanley flipped through the file that Fraser had just put down. From the corner of his eye, he saw that

she was helpless with her hair. Then he smiled faintly, saying, "There is a hair dryer in the bedside

table in the lounge."

"Great!" Violet's eyes lit up. She turned and went back to his lounge, apparently looking for a hair dryer.

Soon, Violet came out with a black hair dryer and shook the plug, "Mr. Murphy, where do I plug it in?"

Hearing her words, Stanley couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. Then he lowered his eyes and gave

a light cough, and pointed to the underside of his table.

Violet didn't realize what was wrong with her words, so she trotted over with joy, plugged in the hair

dryer and began to blow her hair.

Stanley was sitting not far in front of her. When she flipped her hair, the tip of the hair even brushed his

ears several times. It was itching. His back could not help but stiffened.

More than that, the scent of the shower gel from her body pierced his nose from time to time.

This scent was no stranger to him. It was his usual mint fragrance.

This showed that when she used his shower gel when she took a shower.

But he didn't feel any discomfort that she used his things, but felt satisfied.

When he was thinking about it, Violet had finished blowing her hair and turned off the hair dryer. Just as

she was about to squat down to pull the plug, and was about to put the hair dryer back, Stanley

suddenly kicked his feet against the ground. Then he and the chair slid out two meters.

Violet was slightly surprised, "Mr. Murphy, what's the matter with you?"

How did she feel that he was avoiding her?

Stanley crossed his legs and pulled down the hem of his suit, as if hiding something. Then he replied in

a deep voice, "It's okay. You put the hair dryer down. I’ll put it back by myself."

"Okay." Violet didn't notice his weird behaviors, so she nodded lightly and put down the hair dryer. "Mr.

Murphy, thank you. If you didn't take me to take a shower, I would still be dirty now."

Stanley lowered his eyelids, "Never mind. I already know about your meeting with my aunt. She

splashed you, so I have to clean up the mess for her."

"You knew it?" Violet was taken aback, and then looked at him awkwardly, "Mr. Murphy, then do you

know what I said to Mrs. Murphy?"

Stanley raised his eyelids, "Yeah."

Violet patted her forehead annoyedly, and quickly explained, "Mr. Murphy, you must not believe Mrs.

Murphy. Those words I said are not true. I have never thought about it. I mainly want to piss off Mrs.

Murphy."

Stanley pursed his lips.

Although when he received the call, he knew that her words were false.

But when he heard her deny it in person, he still felt a little unhappy. As for why he was unhappy, he

didn't delve into it.

"Okay, I know. My aunt came to you this time because of Ivan's injury, but it won't happen in the future.

I have already made it clear to my uncle. He will keep an eye on her." Stanley stood up with his hands

in his trouser pocket.

Violet sighed lightly, "That's good."

"Let's go to the meeting room!" Stanley walked to the door.

Violet fiddled with her hair and quickly followed him.

On the way to the meeting room, Violet had been restless. She always felt as if she had forgotten

something.

But when she touched her pocket, there was nothing lost.

Was it an illusion?

Violet didn't figure it out. So she didn't think too much. She shook her head, sorted her mind and

entered the meeting room.

After the meeting, it was already afternoon.

Violet returned to the design department and worked for another two hours before getting off work.

This time, after receiving the two children, she did not go directly to the apartment, but went to the

studio.

Jessie heard the assistant say that she was coming, and hurriedly greeted her, "Violet, why are you

here?"

Violet let go of the two children's hands and let them play on their own. She took Jessie's arm and said

to her as she walked, "I want to have a look. By the way, I will ask you about the prosecution."

"The court has accepted it, and the summons has been sent, but..." Jessie's face sank.

Violet also became serious, "But what?"

Jessie pursed her lips angrily, "the Light does not accept it. Phoebe returned the summons."

"What?" Violet frowned, "Phoebe is so bold that she even refunds the court's summons?"

"Yeah." Jessie poured her a glass of water. "When she returned the summons, she had a reason."

"What's the reason?" Violet took the water glass.