Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Seeing the two people in fifth place on stage, Aimee, who had already started to drift off to sleep for a while, finally came to some spirit and sat up straighter, "Damn, finally it's almost our turn, if not us, I'm going to fall asleep, those people's speeches before are really long and non-nutritious, if not for so many media cameras, I will just fall asleep."

Violet covered her lips and yawned slightly, "It's a bit boring, not to mention you, I'm exhausted."

"Right, Violet, is Mr. Murphy still not here?" Aimee took out a bottle of refreshing mint perfume from her bag, sprayed it twice on her wrist, and then put it to her nose and sniffed it.

With the cool mint fragrance to refresh her mind, Aimee then felt the drowsiness in her head completely dissipate and her whole body was completely awake.

She then handed the perfume over to Violet, "Violet, do you want some?"

"Sure." Violet took the perfume and sprayed herself twice as well, then closed the lid before she replied, "He's not here yet, I'll ask."

After returning the perfume to Aimee, Violet took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Stanley.

About two minutes later, Stanley's message replied.

Seeing the message, Violet smiled, "He's already on his way, probably about ten minutes away."

Aimee bristled, "He's not afraid to miss it out."

"He won't." Violet smiled and shook her head, "Our award ceremony had a full live broadcast, Stanley has been following it, he won't miss it." "That's more like it." Aimee nodded.

Violet got up, "I'm going to the bathroom, are you going?"

"No." Aimee waved her hand, "I haven't drunk any water."

Her words were so direct and vulgar that it made Violet feel funny, "Okay, then you wait for me here, I'll be back later."

"Go on." Aimee nodded.

Violet smiled and walked out of the award hall and went to the bathroom.

She thought that with so many people coming today, the washroom would probably be crowded, however, when Violet arrived at the washroom, she realised that it was empty and clean, as if someone had specially driven people away, bizarrely.

But Violet didn't think much of it and just took it as a coincidence before walking into the cubicle.

At the moment she had just entered the cubicle, outside the original women's washroom, several people suddenly stepped out and then stood on either side of the women's washroom, like doormen, holding the door to the women's washroom under guard.

There were people who came to the toilet, but when they saw this, they immediately ran away, not daring to go.

In fact, even if they had gone, they would have been driven away by these people.

After the men had secured the bathroom door, another footstep sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a man in a black suit appeared outside the women's washroom.

The men guarding the washroom, seeing this man, immediately nodded their heads in respectful greeting.

He just gave them a slight wave of his hand and then walked into the ladies' bathroom.

In the washroom, Violet had finished using the toilet and was touching up her make-up at the sink.

When she heard footsteps coming from behind her, she didn't turn to look, just assumed it was from the bathroom.

It was only when she was applying lipstick that a man was suddenly reflected in the mirror, and she jerked her hand to a halt and looked at the man in the mirror with wide eyes in disbelief.

Ivan?

How could it be Ivan?

Violet was shocked, then jerked her head across and looked behind her.

Ivan was really standing there, his hands in his trouser pockets, his thin lips slightly hooked, and was smiling at her, "Violet, it's been a long time, you're getting more and more beautiful." Ivan's voice was low in praise.

Violet's brow was furrowed tightly, her lipstick was held tightly, her heart was beating fast, full of trepidation and anxiety.

"What do you want?" Violet held her hands back, gripping the edge of the sink tightly, her eyes alert as she looked at the man opposite her, her mind in turmoil. Why?

Why is this person here?

As if he did not see Violet's wariness and fear of himself, Ivan smiled wickedly and walked towards her.

Seeing this, Violet immediately

blocked her hands in front of her body and subconsciously shouted, "Stand still, you're not allowed to come over, do you hear me, you're not allowed to come near me!"

However, Ivan still didn't stop, and after walking up to her, he snapped his hands on the mirror behind her, walling her in between his arms and the mirror.

Such an ambiguous and disturbing action made Violet's heart panic, her face turned white and her body trembled slightly.

Ivan looked at her with downcast eyes, "You're afraid of me?"

Violet did not answer.

This man was a madman, imprisoning her and even trying to force her.

Although it didn't work out, all of this was in her mind and left an extremely strong psychological shadow on her, so much so that now, she subconsciously fears him when she sees him.

"Don't be afraid." Ivan reached out

and lifted a strand of her hair, playing it gently in his fingers, his gaze fixed on her face as if he wanted to keep her face firmly in his heart, his eyes had a strange look.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just want to take you to a place." Ivan's voice grew softer and softer.

But Violet's goosebumps rose at the sound of it, and she held back her nausea to glare at him, "Hmph, don't even think about it, I'm definitely not going with you!"

He had a duel with Stanley and Stanley had said that he would most likely use her to hold Stanley at bay, so she could never go with him.

Wouldn't that be a disservice to Stanley?

And, she had to find a way to reach Stanley and tell him that Ivan had appeared, right here at the clubhouse, right here with her.

But how to make the connection is beyond her now, yet she dares not allow herself to panic.

She knew that when she panicked, she would be even less likely to think of a way out.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's okay if you don't come with me,

I'll just take you with me, I came here just to talk to you, not to ask for your permission, you know?" Ivan suddenly moved closer to Violet, as

if he wanted to kiss her.

Violet's neck immediately tilted back, avoiding him, her eyebrows furrowed, disgust written all over her face.

Ivan saw the situation, his heart sinking, a touch of bitterness under the eyes crossed, "Violet, you are really desperate, this may be the last time we meet......"

He said the latter words in a low voice, Violet didn't hear them.

Her mind was in turmoil and all she could think of was Ivan's words about taking her away, so she was in no mood to listen to what he said later.

What to do?

What should she do?

Violet's eyes were red with anxiety.

She should have thought of it, how could Ivan not take her personally when he had already shown up to take her somewhere.

She, on the other hand, could never resist him.

So this time, Violet knew very well that she would definitely be taken away by Ivan.

But before that, she had to make a mark and leave a trail for Stanley and the others.

The only thing that could remain, and not be noticed by Ivan, was the lipstick on her hand.

With that in mind, Violet lowered her head to hide a serious scowl, then slowly put her hand behind her back and put her lipstick in the sink.

With this lipstick left behind, Stanley and the others should have known that she had been taken away.

After all, it's obviously counterintuitive when the lipstick is there and the person isn't!☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐