Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

This night, the man became very strong, less gentle than usual, having Violet the whole night.

It was not until the next day when it was almost dawn that he would let Violet go.

Violet then had the chance to breathe a sigh of relief before falling asleep on her pillow.

She was so tired that she couldn't lift her eyelids, she had no energy, she didn't want to move, let alone tuck herself in, adjust her sleeping position, and let herself lie on her back. She was too tired and just wanted to sleep.

So for the rest, wait until she woke up tomorrow.

Just like that, Violet fell into a complete sleep, and because she was so tired, she even made a slight snoring sound, proving how deep she was sleeping at the moment.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

And lying on her back, Stanley, who was resting, heard the woman's purring and knew that she had fallen asleep, so he hurriedly propped himself up on either side of the woman's body and got up. He had fought hard all night, and even though he had a lot of energy, he was still tired.

That was why when it was over, he didn't just get up and carry the woman to the shower like he usually did, but lay on top of her, panting slightly. He wanted to wait until his tiredness had almost disappeared before taking the woman to the bath.

As a result, he didn't expect the woman to have fallen asleep.

Stanley sat up and then gently shook Violet's shoulders, trying to wake the woman up, "Wake up, I'll take you to take a bath."

However, Violet frowned and had no intention of getting up at all.

Stanley looked at the tiredness between her brows and the faint dark circles under her eyelids, and eventually gave up on the idea of waking her up to take a bath. She was so tired, so let her sleep.

The position, though, had to be adjusted, she could not sleep on her belly it was not good for heart.

Stanley went up and grabbed Violet's shoulders, turned the woman over gently and helped her adjust her sleeping position.

After adjusting, he tucked Violet in again so that she could sleep warmer.

Having done so, Stanley then got up and headed for the bathroom himself, ready to take a shower beforehand.

After a tiring night, she was covered in sweat, and once the sweat dried, her body was sticky and felt very uncomfortable.

So that was why he wanted Violet to take a bath before she slept.

But since Violet was already asleep, he couldn't really wake her up at all.

When she woke up, she was in bad spirits and his heart ached for her.

Stanley took a quick shower and was out in less than ten minutes.

He casually wiped his hair, then walked over to the bed, lifted the covers up, wrapped his arms around the sleeping woman, closed his eyes, and fell asleep too. Meanwhile, on the other side.

It had come to night on the side of Jessie.

She tidied up her room, then opened the door and went out, heading next door to George's ward, ready to ask what he wanted to eat tonight and go out to buy food for him herself. Although he had asked her to hire a carer to look after him, the carer had not yet arrived and, naturally, she would then need to be looked after.

When she arrived at the door of George's ward, Jessie knocked on the door.

George had just woken up not long ago and his head was a bit drowsy, when he heard the knock on the door, his brows furrowed and his voice was a bit hoarse as he spoke, "Come in." Outside the door, Jessie heard the wrongness in George's voice and looked stunned, then hurriedly opened the door and entered, "Mr. Joe, what's wrong with you, are you sick? I heard you sound like you're not feeling well."

George was resting one hand on his eyes, when he heard this, he took his hand off his eyes then sat up from the hospital bed and raised his eyes towards the woman standing in the doorway, "It's you." "It's me." Jessie nodded and closed the door to the room and walked towards him, "Mr. Joe, are you not feeling well?"

It was really not very good.

These days, he had recovered well, only the bones and stuff had not grown well, some superficial injuries had almost recovered, so his face almost started to look rosy, not as pale and sickly as when he entered the hospital at the beginning.

But now, his face had actually turned back to the way it had been when he first started in the hospital, so it made her butcher whether he had some kind of recurrence or crack caused by the injury. "I'm fine." George rubbed his brow and spoke.

Jessie frowned, "But you look bad."

With that, she hurriedly took out her phone and showed himself on the screen.

George raised an eyebrow at her move, then curled his lips, "You're worried about me?"

When Jessie heard him say this, she first froze, then hurriedly put down her phone and took a step back, shaking her head to deny it, "No."

Her heart beat faster, her face blushed, and her eyes turned away from him as if her heart was in a tangled mess.

She didn't know why she was panicking so much.

It was just a misunderstanding, why was she so nervous and panicked?

Yet despite these thoughts, the panic in her heart just wouldn't go away and she couldn't calm down.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

This feeling was strange and overwhelming to her, but at the same time, also vaguely intriguing as well as addictive.

"No?" Looking at this hastily denied look of Jessie, George narrowed his eyes, "So you're not worried about me? It's possible that I'm uncomfortable because of the injuries on my body, which means that all of this started because of you, and you're actually not worried? Jessie, don't you think you're too indifferent?"

Hearing him say that, Jessie jerked her head up, "It's not like that, Mr. Joe, I'm not indifferent, I'm just ....

..

It's......"

She bit her lip in anxiety, not knowing how to describe it.

She wanted to say that she was worried about him, but if she said it, it was as if this worry turned into a very strange worry.

In short, not the kind of worry between ordinary friends, but the kind get between lovers.

Because he was the one who took the initiative to ask her if she was worried about him, this ambiguous feeling was extremely strong.

That was why she subconsciously said she wasn't worried.

However, after she had answered this, he said he was indifferent.

So much so that now she was in a dilemma. It was not right to say that she was worried, and it is not right to say that she was not worried, she did not know what to do.

George saw that Jessie's eyes were red with anxiety and she was on the verge of tears, so he sighed in his heart but remained as calm as ever on the surface.

"Come on, just kidding." George pinched his brow and said in a light voice.

Only then did she calm down.

Sure enough, hearing that it was a joke, Jessie was first stunned, then greatly relieved and smiled, "Mr. Joe, let me find a doctor for you."

In any case, he looked very wrong, and although he said he was fine, he definitely didn't look like he wasn't fine with this look.

And the fact that he rubbed his brow and temples a few times in just a few minutes would suggest that it was his head that was uncomfortable.

The head was the most mysterious and important part of the body and must not be taken lightly, so a doctor must be called to check on it. Otherwise, it would be a problem if something went wrong.

However, George raised his hand and refused, "No!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐lightnoveldaily.com