Violet pretended not to hear, bending over to get out of the car with shoes on.
Stanley kicked her high heels aside, making her unable to get them.
"I'll say it again, put your foot up!" Stanley looked at Violet coldly, and said again.
Violet bit her lower lip, "Mr. Murphy, I can do this by myself. Don't need to bother you."
With that, she reached out to get the bag next to him.
Just when her hand touched the bag, Stanley suddenly grabbed her foot and put it firmly on his laps.
Violet's eyes widened, "Mr. Murphy, you..."
"Shut up!" Stanley pursed his lips and reprimanded.
Violet shut up subconsciously.
Stanley took out the stuff in the bag and cleaned her up from the trauma, then dropped the cotton
swab. He held her ankle with one hand, and grabbed sole of her feet with the other hand, trying to
move the sprained area.
But Violet suddenly took back her feet and laughed.
Stanley frowned and looked at her, "What are you laughing at?"
"Itch!" Violet held back her smile and replied quietly.
Stanley raised his eyebrows and realized that she was afraid of itching. He smiled faintly. Then he
didn't say anything, and began to move her ankles.
Her sprain was not very serious, unlike the high swelling ankle the first two times. This time, it was only
a minor sprain.
But the reason why she couldn't move at the time was probably because she was too frightened.
After moving her ankles, Stanley cut the bandage and began to bandage her.
Violet just looked at him like this, with a complicated look in her eyes, "Mr. Murphy, why do you treat me
so nicely?"
Stanley paused for a while, but soon he returned to his normal face and continued to bandage.
Violet clenched her fists, as if she had made up her mind. She took a deep breath and looked at him
earnestly, "Mr. Murphy, I like you!"
Stanley was dumbfounded. He suddenly looked up at her. Although there was still no expression on his
face, there were ripples and joy in his heart.
He had known her feelings for him a long time ago, but she had never expressed it personally.
Unexpectedly, she actually said it now.
Violet smiled bitterly at Stanley’s expressionless face.
It turned out that her confession didn't make him have any emotion?
That was good. Knowing that he had no feelings for herself, she could give up more thoroughly.
Violet took her bandaged foot back and curled up on the seat, "Mr. Murphy, I don’t know when I fell in
love with you. When I noticed it, it’s late. Do you know there were several times that I want to hold back
my feelings for you?"
Stanley's thin lips moved.
He really didn't know this.
"But I didn't succeed. Because every time I made up my mind, you would show up in front of me, and
then I couldn't forget you. Until a few days ago, someone told me..."
"Who is that person?" Stanley squinted his eyes and interrupted her.
After leaving the hotel that day, he asked Fraser to check the person who met her, but he never found it
out.
Now that she took the initiative to mention it, he naturally couldn't let it go.
Violet shook her head, not planning to tell Stanley that it was Ivy.
If she told him, it would only make Ivy think she was sowing discord between them. Why bother!
So Violet lowered her eyelids, covered the look in her eyes and replied, "It’s someone you don’t know.
Mr. Murphy, she told me, let me stop approaching you. I think she’s right, so I hope from now on, you
don't do such affectionate behaviors to me anymore and flirt with me."
If he didn't love her and didn’t have feelings for her, don't show up beside her like a knight to protect her
and take care of her.
Stanley squeezed the unused bandage in his hand, "I'm not trying to flirt with you..."
"You are!" Violet laughed at herself, "You just flirt without knowing it."
Stanley pursed his lips and said nothing.
Violet raised her head and sighed slightly, "Mr. Murphy, I confessed to you today. I don’t mean anything
else. I just feel I can’t be like this. After all, I fell in love with you. If I don’t let you know, there will always
be some unwillingness. But don’t worry. I will stay away from you and will not trouble you."
She didn't intend to let him know her feelings.
But that time on the cruise ship, he should have heard George's conversation with her, and knew her
thoughts, so she had nothing to hide.
Hearing Violet's decision to stay away from him, Stanley's heart tightened. There was a panic in his
mind as if something was beyond his control. His face sank.
For the first time, he felt that it was a wrong decision, which was that he was going to catch the man
behind the scenes who wanted to kill her and then went to pursue her
Just when Stanley wanted to say something to dispel Violet's idea of staying away from him, a siren
came from outside the car.
"It's the firefighters!" Violet's red eyes lit up. She hurriedly bent over to pick up the shoes and put them
on. Then she opened the door to get out of the car.
Stanley grabbed her wrist, "You can’t walk."
Violet's eyes dimmed. Then she recovered the indifference to him a few days ago, and faintly threw his
hand away, "Don't worry. I can walk by myself."
After speaking, she stubbornly helped the car door to get out of the car, and limped to Jessie.
Stanley looked at her figure, feeling helpless.
This woman changed so quickly. She was still confessing to him a moment ago, but now she avoided
him.
It was alright. She was like this the other day!
Stanley pursed his lips and got out of the car. But he didn’t go over. He just leaned against the car door
and watched Violet communicate with the firefighters about the cause of the fire.
Jessie stood beside Violet. After noticing Stanley's gaze, she gently pushed Violet with her elbow, "Mr.
Murphy is looking at you."
"I know." Violet nodded slightly.
His gaze was so obvious. How could she not notice it?
"Then you must be very happy now?" Jessie had already walked out of the despair at this moment,
restored to her usual appearance, and said with a smile.
Violet lowered her eyes and said quietly, "There is nothing to be happy about. Don't put me and Mr.
Murphy together in the future."
"Huh?" Jessie was stunned, and finally found out something wrong.
Violet's attitude towards Stanley was too indifferent.
"Violet, did something happen to you and Mr. Murphy?" Jessie secretly glanced at Stanley not far away
and asked in a low voice.
Violet said, "I told him that I like him. At the same time, I gave up on him."
"Why?" Jessie asked loudly.
Stanley, who was leaning on the car door, narrowed his eyes and stared at Violet's figure more closely.
Violet tried her best to ignore the scorching gaze behind her. Without turning her head to look at
Stanley, she replied in a low voice, "I can't be with him. He doesn't feel anything about me. If I don’t
give up, what else can I do? It’s enough to let him know that I loved him."
"You’re right." Jessie nodded, then sighed, "Actually, I think you are a good match, but... Forget it, let's
not talk about it. The fire is out!"
She pointed to the warehouse.
Violet looked at the warehouse that had been burned into a frame, feeling so sad.
The cloth which was worthy of millions were burned. Besides, the landlord’s warehouse was burned.
Now they not only have to spend money to buy cloth again, but also had to pay the landlord with a
large amount of money, which was really unlucky.
"The cause of the fire has been found out." At this moment, the captain of the fire police came over in
an orange fire suit.
Stanley heard it not far away, walked over, looked at Violet, and asked, "What's the
reason?"
Stanley, who was leaning on the car door, narrowed his eyes and stared at Violet's figure more closely.
Violet tried her best to ignore the scorching gaze behind her. Without turning her head to look at
Stanley, she replied in a low voice, "I can't be with him. He doesn't feel anything about me. If | don't
give up, what else can | do? It’s enough to let him know that | loved him."
"You're right." Jessie nodded, then sighed, "Actually, | think you are a good match, but... Forget it, let's
not talk about it. The fire is out!"
She pointed to the warehouse.
Violet looked at the warehouse that had been burned into a frame, feeling so sad.
The cloth which was worthy of millions were burned. Besides, the landlord's warehouse was burned.
Now they not only have to spend money to buy cloth again, but also had to pay the landlord with a
large amount of money, which was really unlucky.
"The cause of the fire has been found out." At this moment, the captain of the fire police came over in
an orange fire suit.
Stanley heard it not far away, walked over, looked at Violet, and asked, "What's the
reason?"
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