Stanley didn't answer, but pulled her forward with a sullen face.
When they arrived at the elevator, the elevator door opened.
Looking at the other people in the elevator, Stanley narrowed his eyes, "Get out!"
The people in the elevator judged that he was not easy to provoke from the momentum he showed, so
they didn't dare to have any opinions and came out of the elevator one after another.
Soon, the elevator was empty. Stanley pulled Violet in, threw her against the elevator wall, and then
closed the elevator door.
After the elevator door was closed, Stanley turned around and blocked Violet in the corner, "I told you a
long time ago that George is not a good guy. I told you to stay away from him. You wouldn't listen to
me!"
Violet lowered her eyelids. She did not speak but just pushed him, trying to come out of the corner.
However, Stanley grabbed her hand so that she could no longer push him. With the other hand, like
George did earlier, he pinched her chin and wiped her lips vigorously with his thumb.
Violet's lips had been bitten by George, and it was a little hurt. Being rubbed by Stanley like this, Violet
frowned in pain.
"What are you doing?" She bit his finger.
Stanley paused and looked down at her lips, "Dirty!"
Violet let go of his fingers. Her face turned pale.
Dirty?
Was he saying she was dirty?
Stanley caught the sudden change in Violet's eyes. He knew that his words made her misunderstand.
After pursing his thin lips, he raised her chin and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Violet was stunned.
Stanley took this opportunity to get his tongue into her mouth.
Violet finally calmed down. She stared at the man's perfect sideburns with her eyes widened and her
face flushed, forgetting to struggle.
It wasn't until the elevator was opened that Stanley let go of her. She made a dumb voice, "You..."
"Clean up for you!" Stanley wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
Clean up?
Violet was taken aback for a moment, and then came to realize that he helped her clean the trace left
by George.
So he meant George dirty, not her!
He cared about this so much, which meant that he was jealous?
A touch of sweetness surged in her heart. Violet touched her lips, suppressing the excitement and
asked, "Why kiss me?"
Stanley's eyes flashed, but he still didn't answer. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked
out of the elevator.
Violet bit her lower lip. She caught up with him, "Mr. Murphy, you shouldn't be the kind of person who
will kiss others casually? I heard Fraser said that you’re a neat freak, but you don't hesitate to kiss me.
Do you like me?"
On the plane the day before yesterday, she had doubts like this, but were quickly denied by herself.
But his behavior towards George just now, and the act of kissing her, made her doubt again.
Stanley stopped. He didn't turn his head back. He just lowered his eyes and said quietly, "No."
The light in Violet's eyes dimmed for an instant, and the expression on her face was slightly frozen.
If not, why should he kiss her?
He teased her?
Violet clenched her fists tightly. She wanted to cry, and her heart was aching.
But she didn't show it. After taking a deep breath, she barely smiled, "I see! I'm sorry, Mr. Murphy, I
misunderstood. I thought..."
She stepped back and waved her hand. Her smile became unnatural, "Mr. Murphy, thank you for
helping me out. Next time I will invite you to dinner. I have to go back to my room first. "
After speaking, Violet dropped her head, turned around, lowered her eyelashes to cover the look in her
eyes, and left quickly.
She was so stupid. She knew that he loved Ivy, but she still hoped that he liked her. She didn’t learn
from it, and she was actually sentimental twice. Now, she got herself being insulted.
But it was okay. Since he denied it, she could give up completely. She wouldn't expect things that didn't
belong to her anymore.
Hearing the high-heeled shoes gradually disappeared, Stanley turned his head to look at the direction
Violet was leaving, and loosened the hands in his trouser pocket.
Fraser came over, stood behind him and sighed, "Mr. Murphy, why don't you directly admit your
feelings for Violet? She also has feelings for you. You two can be together directly. Anyway, you have
to terminate the marriage contract with Director Hunt."
"It's not the time yet." Stanley pursed his lips and replied in a low voice, "Before I found the person
behind the scenes who harmed her, my being with her would only bring her danger. When the marriage
contract is cancelled and the murderer behind the scenes is found out, I will take the initiative to pursue
her."
He said to himself he was bound to get what he liked!
It was just a matter of time.
Fraser nodded suddenly, "That's it. But you just denied it. Violet must be upset right now."
Stanley felt a little bit upset. His voice was a little low and hoarse, "I will compensate her in the future!"
Fraser sighed, "I'll find the murderer behind the scenes sooner. But it's strange."
"What?" Stanley looked sideway at him slightly.
Fraser touched his chin, "We all suspected that there was someone watching you, otherwise it would
be impossible to know that you are close to Violet, but I checked the people around you and they were
not suspicious, so could it be that we thought too much and no one is watching you at all?"
Stanley lowered his eyelids. After thinking for a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes, "Sound it out after
returning."
"Got it." Fraser nodded.
"Let's go." Stanley rubbed his temples and walked to his suite.
In the afternoon, he took the plane, returning home.
Violet and George couldn't leave for the time being, because George hadn't woken up yet.
Violet stood outside the door of his ward and looked at him through the glass on the door. Several
times she didn't have the courage to go in. The George in the morning indeed frightened her.
At this time, the nurse for the round came out of George's ward.
Violet stopped her, "Nurse, is he okay?"
The nurse said, "Nothing serious. He almost got drowned yesterday and has not fully recovered. There
is seawater in his stomach. In addition, he drank alcohol again, which caused a slight alcohol allergy.
After a few days of rest and all the seawater gets out of his body, he will be all right."
"Well, thank you." Violet felt relieved.
The nurse walked past her.
Violet sighed slightly.
She originally thought that George hadn't woken up yet because of Stanley's punch.
Now, it appeared that even without that punch, George was still going to fall.
The phone in the bag vibrated suddenly.
Violet put her hands down, took out the phone from her bag, and saw the word “Jessie” beating on the
screen. She glanced at George in the ward with a guilty conscience, and then answered, "Jessie."
"Violet, have you returned?" Jessie's clear and sweet voice came.
Violet shook her head, "Not yet."
"Then when are you coming back?" Jessie asked again
Violet rubbed her temples, "I don't know yet. What's wrong?"
"Here is the thing. Design Association sent a notice, inviting all the studios and company leaders in J
City to a meeting, saying that there seems to be a competition. I don't know the specifics. They just
asked if you want to go to the meeting." Jessie slid the mouse and replied while watching the
notification on the computer.
"Invite all the heads of the studios and companies? It seems that the scale of this competition is not
small." Violet bit her lower lip and a sharp light flashed across her eyes, "How long is the meeting
time?"
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