Chapter 112 Where Is It?​

Jessie felt buzzed in her ears. She turned her head angrily, “Who is it?”


“It’s me.” Stanley got off the car.


Jessie held back the anger on her face and blinked in an incredible way, “Mr. Murphy? Why are you here?”


“Passing by. What happened to her?” Stanley’s eyes fell on Violet.


Violet buried her head on Jessie’s shoulders. Her hair was scattered, and her face was covered by the hair tightly, so he couldn’t see anything.


“Violet is drunk” Jessie replied helplessly.


“Did you guys drink?” Stanley squinted.


Jessie said, “Yes, Violet is a little sad.”


“Sad?” Stanley pursed his thin lips, “Why is she sad?”


Jessie looked at him bitterly, and muttered, “Why? It’s all because of you.”


“Huh?” Stanley couldn’t hear clearly, frowning.


Jessie reacted and shook her head quickly, “Nothing. Mr. Murphy, can you take us to the nearest subway station?”


“Get in the car.” Stanley opened the back seat door.


Jessie quickly thanked him and helped Violet into the car.


Stanley also sat back in the car, glanced at Violet who was sleeping in the rearview mirror, and said while fastening the seat belt, “Your address?”


“Mr. Murphy, are you going to drive me back home?” Jessie’s eyes lit up.


Stanley was noncommittal.


Jessie was about to say her address, but then she thought of something and looked at Violet.


Stanley guessed her scruples, then he said, “I will drive her back home.”


“That’s great! My house is…” Jessie said out her address.




After Stanley turned on the map, he started the car.


In about twenty minutes, they arrived at Jessie’s house.


Jessie got out of the car and stood outside the window of the driver’s seat, “Thank you, Mr. Murphy. Please take care of Violet.”


Stanley gave a hmm, rolled up the window, and drove away.


On the way, his cell phone rang.


Henry’s voice came, “Stanley, why haven’t you arrived yet?”


Stanley turned the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the Bluetooth headset on his ear with the other hand, “Something happened. I’ll be there a little late.”


“What’s the matter?” Henry asked.


Stanley’s eyes flickered. He didn’t mean to answer, “Nothing. I will rush over as soon as possible.”


“Okay, but hurry up. Ivy is still waiting for you. She heard that you personally went to choose the present this afternoon. She looks forward to it.”


“Got it.” Stanley pressed the headset and hung up the phone.


Soon, they arrived at the apartment.


Stanley stopped the car and picked Violet from the back seat.


Violet seemed to feel that someone was hugging her, so she subconsciously put her arm around the man’s neck.


Stanley was stunned and looked down at her for a while.


Seeing that she hadn’t moved, he walked into the building.


When they arrived at the floor which they lived, Stanley hugged Violet to the door of her apartment and rang the doorbell with his elbow, but no one opened the door.


Having no choice, Stanley turned around and opened the door of his apartment, carried her in and put her on the sofa, then picked up her bag, ready to find the key card.


But after looking around, he didn’t find the key card in her bag. Stanley had no choice but to pick up her mobile phone and planned to contact the two children.






But when Stanley grabbed Violet’s hand and was about to unlock the phone with her fingerprint, Violet suddenly opened her eyes. She got up from the sofa, hugged his waist, and threw herself into his arms.


Stanley froze instantly, “What are you doing?”


“It’s hot…” Violet said these words in a daze, rubbing her face against his chest.


After rubbing for a while, she seemed to feel wrong. Then she raised her head, let go of his waist, rudely pulled out his neckline and tore open his shirt, revealing his strong chest.


Looking at his chest, she smiled, patted it, and pressed her face against it again.


At this moment, she narrowed her eyes comfortably, “It’s so cool.”


“Violet, do you know what you are doing?” Stanley looked down at the woman who was putting her head on his chest, his Adam’s apple moved slightly. Then his voice became hoarse.


Violet rubbed her face against to his chest, “Cool… so cool!”


Stanley’s face darkened.


He shouldn’t ask this drunkard!


“Let go!” Stanley stretched out his hand, grabbed Violet’s shoulder, and pushed her a little away.


Violet felt the ice block far away from her. Suddenly, she became anxious. She waved her hand vigorously, and put her face on his chest again.


Seeing the woman who was in his arms, Stanley felt headache, “Violet, let go!”


“No.” Violet hugged him tightly, not letting him go. She even opened her mouth and bit his chest.


It hurt. Stanley’s neck leaned back, “Violet…”






“Huh?” Violet didn’t bite him but raised her head, looking at him innocently.


Stanley stared at her. Seeing her slightly opened red lips and smelling the faint scent of wine from her lips, his eyes darkened. Finally, he lifted her chin, bowed his head and kissed her lips.


Her lips were soft, tender, and jelly-like. The sweetness of wine in her mouth made him fascinated.


Violet didn’t know that she had been kissed. She only knew that the coldness on her lips made her especially like it. She subconsciously hugged the man’s neck and chased the coldness.


But to Stanley, her behavior was like a kind of encouragement, making him instantly devoid of reason and only instinct.


He loosened her chin, put his hand on the back of her head, and put his other hand on her waist, slowly pushing her down on the sofa.


Then they had sex.


It was not until dawn the next day that Stanley got up from Violet.


He stood by the sofa, looking down at the tired woman who had fallen asleep on the sofa. His eyes were full of complexity.


After a while, he bent down to pick up the clothes on the floor and threw it on the sofa. Then he went back to the room and took a blanket out to cover Violet. After that, he walked lightly to the bathroom.


When he finished taking a shower and came out of the bathroom while wiping his hair, the phone on the coffee table was constantly vibrating.


He stepped to the coffee table, put the towel around his neck, reached out to pick up the phone. The word ‘Ivy’ was constantly popping on the screen.


“Hello.” Stanley answered the phone. His voice was charming and hoarse, making others feel so sexy.


Ivy burst into tears, “Stanley, where are you?”


Stanley glanced at Violet and then pursed his thin lips, “I’m in the company.”


Hearing his answer, Ivy was silent. After a few seconds, she said again, “Why didn’t you come to the restaurant last night? Didn’t you say you were coming? I have been waiting for you. Why did you break your promise? ”


Stanley had an apology in his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Sorry, it’s my fault. I will compensate you.”


“How do you compensate me? Yesterday was my birthday. Stanley, you’ve gone too far. Last night, Henry and I called you all the time but you didn’t answer it at all. Do you know how worried I am?” Ivy finished speaking angrily and hung up the phone.


Stanley went through the call log. He saw that Ivy and Henry had made several calls.


The time happened to be the period he was with Violet.


Thinking of this, Stanley couldn’t help but rubbed his temples with a headache.


At this moment, the woman on the sofa moved suddenly. She opened her eyes with a low snort. Looking at the bright ceiling, her eyes were a little dazed, “Where is it?”