Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Chapter 403 Perfume of Other Men

Violet's heart fluttered when she saw George reveal a smile, inexplicably remembering the scene she had seen in the surveillance that time.

When he stabbed Stanley with a knife, the smile on his face was similar to the one he had now, but the difference was that his smile was more terrifying that time.

And now, it was more mildly.

"George, what is going on with me?" Violet shook off her head and said, "During this period of time, I often had headaches from time to time like now, and then these images came to my mind, but they soon disappeared and my head didn't hurt anymore."

Now her head didn't hurt anymore.

George lowered his eyes and smiled, "I'm not sure, why don't you do a head check and see if there's something in there."

Violet nodded in agreement, "In some days, I don’t have much time right now."

"Okay, contact me then." George responded.

Violet gave a smile and then walked away.

After leaving the hospital, Violet didn't go back to the company or to the villa, but to her apartment.

The apartment hadn't been lived in for a long time, and she hadn't been back since her mother died, and a thin layer of dust had poured over the house.

When Violet went in, she could still smell the dust.

Violet looked at the apartment and nostalgia passed through her eyes.

She had always thought that for the rest of her life, she might never move back here.

But now it looked like she had to move back soon.

Violet touched her bag, with a gloomy face.

She then took out her phone and called a cleaner to clean the apartment, so that she did not have to clean the house when she moved back with two kids.

After doing that, Violet left and went to the copy shop downstairs and printed out a divorce agreement.

When she and Stanley got married, she signed a property notarization, just in case people said that she married him for Stanley's money, which would have a bad impact on the two children, so the divorce agreement was now simple and did not involve any property. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

All it took was for Stanley to sign and then go to get a divorce certificate.

Taking the divorce agreement, Violet put it in a file bag and drove back to the villa, ready to put these back and go to the office.

What she didn't expect was to see Stanley and Ivy there when she went back.

The two of them were together again.

Violet's eyes sank, subconsciously squeezing the file bag in her hand, she planned to ignore them and go upstairs.

However, Ivy called out to her, "Miss Hunt, why are you back so early?"

Stanley also looked at her, his eyes dark, but didn't say anything.

"Is it related to you?" Violet's heart tingled when she saw Stanley's indifference, and then her gaze shifted to Ivy and replied in a cold voice.

Ivy feigned aggravation, "I was just greeting to you, why are you so rude?"

Violet sneered, "I didn't want to pay attention to you guys and wanted to leave the place for you to get emotionally attached, but you don’t cherish it and waste the opportunity yourself."

Hearing that, Ivy was stunned.

This woman was crazy to try to set her up with Stanley.

Could it be that it was really Stanley's indifference that had disheartened this woman?

Ivy clenched her palms and forced down the excitement in her heart to keep it from being seen.

On the other hand, Stanley's face was grim as he looked at Violet, cold air spreading around him, "What did you just say, let's get emotionally attached?"

Violet smiled and locked eyes with him, "You are now inseparable, in and out together, outsiders will think you are a couple, and now Miss Ellis is often in and out of your room and your apartment, isn't that just like your girlfriend? So I'll let you get emotionally attached."

With that, she ignored them and went upstairs.

Stanley clenched his fists, his teeth gritting.

She actually pushed him towards another woman!

"Stanley ......" Seeing the bruises on the back of Stanley's hand, Ivy called out to him.

However, he ignored her and went straight upstairs.

Upstairs in her room, Violet was changing her clothes, suddenly the door opened and Stanley walked in.

Violet hurriedly lowered the hem of her dress and frowned, "Why did you come in?"

"This is my room too." Stanley said with pursed lips.

Violet laughed, "So you still know that this is your room, I thought that the room you stayed in with Ivy was your room."

"Violet, don't be so unreasonable, there's nothing between Ivy and I." Stanley wrinkled his eyebrows, his voice cold and deep.

Violet pulled at the corner of her mouth, "Nothing? Ivy came into your room in the middle of the night and went in and out of your apartment, and now you're back together, you're telling me that there's nothing between you? Stanley, do you think I am a fool?"

Stanley's brow knitted tighter, "I do not."

"Alright, I don't want to argue with you about this, get out." Violet rubbed her brow, only to feel her head start to hurt again.

Stanley was nervous when he saw the pain in her eyes, and he immediately went up to her to find out what was wrong with her, only to smell the scent of men's perfume on her.

It wasn't the mint scent he always used, but an oceanic one.

She actually had perfume of another man.

Stanley's eyes went red, he grabbed Violet's wrist and pinned her down on the bed, "Who did you go to see?"

"What?" Violet looked at him in confusion and bewilderment, "What are you talking about, I haven't seen anyone!"

Stanley smiled coldly, "If you haven't seen anyone, then on you, how come you smell like another man's perfume!"

The smell of perfume?

Violet froze, and then lowered her head to smell herself.

It was true.

And the smell was like George’s.

So she got it when George helped to support her when she had a headache.

"It's none of your business." Violet looked away, not wanting to answer.

If she had said it was George, he would have been even angrier.

After all, he hated George the most.

What Violet didn't know, however, was that by not saying anything, she had also made Stanley even more furious.

His grip on her wrist tightened so hard that Violet grunted out of pain.

If it had been before, he would have let her go when he saw she was in pain.

But Stanley, who was now overwhelmed by jealousy and anger, not only didn't let go, but also took her hand and pressed it even harder towards the bed.

"Violet, you want to cheat on me?" Stanley's voice was incomparably cold as he said that.

Violet opened her eyes wide, "Stanley, you actually think of me like that?"

"So tell me, why do you smell like another man's perfume on you? If you hadn't had physical contact with that man, you wouldn't have had it on you at all." Stanley exclaimed.

Violet was sad and angry, "Yes, I did have physical contact with him, but that was when I was about to fall down, he was worried about me and help support me. It was clean between us, not as nasty as you think, but it's not sure if you and Ivy are clean or not."

Looking at the sad and exasperated look in her eyes, Stanley gradually calmed down.

For he realized that she was not lying, and indeed he had misunderstood.

Stanley slowly released her hand with some strength, his voice low and husky, "Between me and Ivy, it's clean too."

Violet gave a cold heave and turned her head away, not believing it at all.

The anger that Stanley had just suppressed rose again, "What exactly do you need to believe it?"