One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

"No!" No matter how emotional Violet was, her tone was tinged with begging, but Stanley still didn't agree to her staying and must ask her to leave.

Violet's teeth were biting down on her lower lip so hard that her lips were about to break the skin.

Stanley's heart seized at the sight, reaching out with his thumb to smooth the corner of her mouth, "Don't bite."

"Don't mind me!" Violet slapped his hand away in anger, not wanting him to touch herself.

He had just rejected her so coldly, and now he came to care for her, why bother?

Of course Stanley knew that she was angry, his thin lips pursed, very self-condemned.

But he had no choice but to be so ruthless for her safety.

"Anyway, after the competition, you will go and meet up with the children, don't worry about me, I promised you before that I would come back alive and return to you and the children. I will never go back on my word, so you have to listen, okay?" Stanley's eyes were deep as he looked at Violet.

Violet knew that he was determined to let her go because he was worried about her, cared for her and was afraid that she would be taken away by Ivan when the time came.

However, if she really had to leave, leaving him alone to face Ivan, she did not know any news about him, did not know whether he was in danger or not, how could she settle down, how could she stay quietly with her children?

"Stanley, are you really determined and not going to change your mind?" Violet clenched her palms and looked at the man with complicated eyes.

He nodded.

Violet took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "I know, go out, I don't want to see you now, and don't come into the room with me, you find your own room."

Stanley's eyes widened, "What do you mean? You're kicking me out?"

He never had imagined that one day he would be kicked out of his room by his own wife.

He had previously heard Fraser say that he had been kicked out of Linda's room after upsetting her.

Although he didn't say anything on the surface, he laughed at Fraser in his heart for having no status and actually being kicked out of the room.

He didn't expect that he would be kicked out too.

Stanley pursed his thin lips, "Violet, you ......"

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"Get out!" Violet didn't want to hear him talk, grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

The man moved quickly to catch the pillow without being hit by it, but his brow, however, frowned deeply.

He was not angry at the woman's behavior, because he was also aware that it was his own actions that had made the woman angry in this way. So he didn't have the nerve to be angry about it either.

Stanley looked at Violet's angry face, and then at the pillow in his hand.

Finally, he put the pillow back on the bed and coughed softly, "I know you're angry in your heart at my decision, but I'm doing it for your own good."

"I know, but it is not what I want, what I want is simple, that is to be with you. I know you are afraid that Ivan will hurt me then, or use me to threaten you, so that you will most likely not be able to protect me or save me in time, but this is what I am willing to do, I can't let you face it alone. If you and I can be able to contact each other, I don't know how you are doing, and my heart can't rest in peace, Stanley, do you know that or not?"

She touched her heart.

Stanley suddenly bent down and took her into his arms, placing his chin on her shoulder, his voice low, "I know, of course I know, but I'd rather you be scared for me than for your safety, at least you are safe and sound."

"You......" Violet was furious.

She had said so insistently that she just wanted to be with him, but he still didn't agree.

It seemed that they really could not talk anymore.

Thinking, Violet expressionlessly pushed him away in the end, "Stanley, I think we both have walked into a dead end, we both know that we are doing it for each other, but neither of us is willing to make compromise, so I think we really need to each calm down now. Before we finish our consideration, I think it's better for us to temporarily to be apart, so get out, I really don't want to see you for the rest of the day."

When she finished, she pointed to the door.

Stanley's face also sank, he did not expect that she still refused to share a room with him.

She was right, now they were unwilling to make compromise from each other, even if they both knew it was for the good of the other.

Since they could not talk about it, just calm down.

"OK, I'll sleep in the next room tonight, let's both think about it, after all, between us, one of us always has to make compromise."

With those words, Stanley looked at Violet and turned to walk towards the door.

Violet didn't expect him to really leave, and turned her head to look at him, looking at his back, her lips twitched as if she wanted to call out to him.

But then she thought of something and bit her lower lip to swallow back what she was going to say, but her eyes gradually became red and moist, and in her heart, a touch of aggression rose up.

She thought that he would not agree to a separate room, so she deliberately offered to sleep in a separate room, trying to get him to compromise and let her stay.

But never in a million years would he have preferred to live another room rather than compromise.

Did he really want to send her away that badly?

"Idiot, Stanley, you idiot!" Violet really cried, pounding the quilt beneath her as she did so.

Outside the door, Stanley, who was leaning against the door of the room, heard the woman's cries and curses, his eyelids dropping and the unconcealed guilt on his face.

He knew it was hard for her, but he would never change his decision this time.

Narrowing his eyes, a hint of determination flashed in Stanley's eyes, then he lightened his steps and went downstairs.

In the living room, Aimee was on the phone when she heard footsteps and turned her head to look.

When she saw Stanley, she spoke to the person on the other end of the phone and hung up, then got up and asked, "Mr. Murphy, is Violet still not awake? She's been sleeping all day and night, if she doesn't wake up, it's time to call the doctor, and you can't...."

"She's awake." Stanley interrupted her with a frown.

Aimee raised her eyebrow, "She is awake?"

"Hmm."

"That's great, I thought she would continue to sleep, but since she is awake, why isn't she down yet?" Aimee glanced upstairs.

Stanley didn't answer, but just looked at her and said; "Do me a favour."

"Hmm?" Aimee blinked in confusion, "What kind of favor?"

"Help me bring some food up to her, she probably won't be coming down." Stanley rubbed his brow and said tiredly.

Aimee was full of confusion, "Sure, but why don't you do it yourself? You are her husband, wouldn't it be better for you to bring her food?"

Stanley lowered his eyes and said in a light voice, "She doesn't want to see me."

Hearing this, Aimee seemed to understand what was going on and opened her mouth wide in shock, "No way, you didn't have a fight, did you?" She gestured to Stanley and then upstairs.

Stanley's eyes were downcast and silent, but the meaning was clear enough.

Aimee swallowed in horror, "Did you really have a fight? Why?"