Chapter 157 Stanley Had a Fever

Fraser immediately turned on the heat. Then he turned his head to look at Stanley.

Seeing Stanley’s embarrassed looks, Fraser was stunned. Even his glasses slipped off the bridge of
his nose, "OMG, Mr. Murphy, you are all wet."

Violet, who was tidying her dress, paused when she heard this. Then she quickly turned her head to
look at Stanley.

Seeing Stanley as Fraser said, she was shocked. She felt so touched that she didn’t know what to say.

He got wet through. But she was protected by his coat. Just her shoes and dress got a little wet.

At this moment, Violet was both moved and sad.

She took off the coat on top of her head and handed it to Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, use this to wipe it. The
inside is dry."

Stanley didn't refuse. He gave a hmm, grabbing his coat and wiping his hair with the dry side.

Violet looked at him and watched the wet white shirt into a transparent white shirt which completely
outlined the outline of his sturdy upper body. Her small face couldn't help but blush.

Mr. Murphy's figure...was really good!

The night she had sex with him, she was drunk and didn't see anything.

Violet bit her lip and sighed with regret.

"What are you looking at?" Stanley had already dried his hair, turned his head, and looked at her
gloomily.



Violet straightened up her back. Then she waved her hands again and again, "No... I didn't see
anything!"

"Really?" Stanley narrowed his eyes.

Violet looked away, nodding hurriedly, "Really!"

She wouldn't tell him she was thinking about his figure.

"Well." Stanley lifted his chin, retracted his gaze and stopped looking at her, as if he had believed her.

Violet pressed her hand to her heart, and let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing her look, Stanley smiled faintly.

When he was wiping his hair, he knew she was looking at him.

Her scorching gaze was hard to ignore.

Stanley didn't reveal Violet's intention to peek at him. He threw his coat on the seat.

The corner of the coat swept over the back of Violet's hand. She looked at the wrinkled coat and
frowned, feeling sorry. "It's a pity that the coat was damaged by the rain. It can’t be worn again."

As a fashion designer, seeing the master's work was destroyed, Violet felt a little sorry.

"Just throw it away." Stanley straightened his hair and replied indifferently.

Violet folded up the clothes, "Shall I pay you for a new set?"

"Pay me?" Stanley raised his eyebrows.

Violet gave a hmm and nodded slightly, "This coat also helped me keep out the rain."



"Okay." Stanley looked up at her.

Violet bit her lower lip, "It's just that the one I pay you definitely isn’t as expensive as this one. Your
clothes are all handmade by top designers, so..."

"You can make a set by yourself?" Stanley put his elbow on the car door and said lightly.

Violet pointed to herself, "Mr. Murphy, you mean, let me make a set for you?"

"Yeah." Stanley nodded slightly.

Violet put her hand down, "I can. But the value is still not as good as..."

"It doesn’t matter, as long as the quality is not bad. I have seen the clothes you make yourself, and the
craftsmanship is not worse than Daniel." Stanley said lightly, with a hint of gentleness and
encouragement in his tone.

Violet heard it and felt warm, "Got it! Thank you, Mr. Murphy. I will give you a suit that is not inferior to
this suit."

Stanley raised his chin, "Well, I'll wait and see."

It didn't take long that they arrived at the apartment, and the rain stopped at exactly this time.

Violet opened the car door and got out of the car. She watched the car go away before turning around
and entering the apartment building.

Back to the apartment, Lily opened the door for her.

Violet was a little surprised, "Mom, it's so late. Why aren't you sleeping?"



"I'm watching TV. By the way, I just wait for you to come back and tell you something." Lily took off the
mask on her face, "I plan to go back abroad the day after tomorrow. Steven's doctor called me in the
afternoon and said that Steven felt not well these two days. I have to go back to take care of him,
otherwise, I always feel worried."

Hearing that, Violet nodded, "Okay, I will see you off to the airport. I'll take a shower first."

"Okay." Lily waved her hand.

Violet patted her own shoulders, returned to the room and took a set of pajamas, then walked to the
bathroom.

The next day, after breakfast, Lily drove Arya to the kindergarten. Violet took Calvin to the studio.

On the way, Stanley called her.

Violet hesitated, but still answered, "Mr. Murphy."

"Miss Hunt." What came from the other end of the phone was not Stanley's voice, but a kind middle-
aged female voice.

Violet was taken aback. Then she suddenly remembered who this middle-aged female voice was,
"Bella?"

"It's me." Bella nodded.

Calvin blinked, "Mommy, who is it?"

Violet held up a finger at him and motioned him not to speak.

Calvin nodded quickly, covered his lips, and became quiet.



Violet smiled at him, and then asked Bella, "Bella, what's the matter?"

Why did Bella use Stanley's cell phone to call her?

"Miss Hunt, Mr. Murphy had a fever last night. He hasn't woken up until now. In his dream, he always
called your name." Bella looked at the man with a pale face and eyes closed in the big black bed and
said worriedly.

Violet's eyes widened in astonishment, "Call my name?"

"Yes."

"Why...why did he call my name?" Violet's heartbeat quickened.

Bella smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I don't know. So Miss Hunt, can you come and see Mr.
Murphy?"

"But...."

"Please Miss Hunt!" Bella didn't give Violet a chance to refuse, and even said the word "please."

Violet had no choice now. She forced a smile, "I see. I'll come over in a while."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Calvin pulled her sleeve, "Mommy, is Uncle Murphy sick?"

"Yes, he had a fever. Mommy promised the nanny at Uncle Murphy's house to see Uncle Murphy.
Baby, you..."

"I'll go too." Calvin looked at her.



Violet raised her eyebrows, "But don't you say that you never like Uncle Murphy anymore?"

"Yes. But Uncle Murphy used to treat me and Arya very well. He is sick. I should have a look at him. I
want to see where Mr. Murphy lives." Calvin waved his small hands.

Violet rubbed his nose, "All right, Mommy will take you over, but you are not allowed to be naughty!"

"Okay." Calvin said.

About forty minutes later, they arrived at Stanley's villa.

Violet walked to the door of the villa and was about to ring the doorbell when the door of the villa was
opened.

Bella came out from inside wearing an apron, "Miss Hunt, you’re finally here."

"Bother to keep you waiting for a long time." Violet smiled embarrassedly.

Bella made a gesture of inviting her in, "Never mind, Miss Hunt, please come in."

"Wait, Bella, I have one more person with me." Violet pressed Bella’s hand and didn't walk in.

Bella turned her head to look at Violet, "Where?"

"Here." Violet pulled the little guy out from behind.

Bella looked down, pale in shock.


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