Violet smiled and patted Miss Hill on her shoulder, "Then I will wait for you."
When she finished speaking, she passed Miss Hill and walked forward.
After two steps, the smile on Violet's face slowly faded, replaced by a faint sadness.
Were her current feelings for Stanley so obvious? Even Miss Hill could see it.
Had anyone else discovered it?
Miss Hill looked at Violet's back, feeling her threat for Violet was useless, which made her very
discouraged.
Then she stamped her foot severely and stepped into the elevator.
Calm was restored in front of the elevator. At this time, a figure came out from the corner excitingly
"God, what did I hear? Violet loves Mr. Murphy. It’s great! If Mr. Murphy knows it, he should be very
happy!"
Thinking, Fraser hurried to the presidential suite of the cruise ship hotel.
Stanley was sitting at his desk, processing the electronic files sent by the company. When he heard a
knock on the door, he frowned, "Come in."
Fraser pushed the door in.
Seeing the envelope in Fraser’s hand, Stanley pursed his thin lips, "Didn't I let you give these photos to
Violet? Why are you back again?"
"Here is the thing. Mr. Murphy, when I was on the way, I heard a piece of good news." Fraser put the
envelope on Stanley's desk.
Stanley looked up lightly, "What good news?"
"It's about Violet." Fraser pushed his glasses, "I heard Violet talk to Miss Hill. Miss Hill said that the
person Violet loves is not Dr. Joe, but you. Besides, Violet didn’t refute."
Hearing this, the hand Stanley held the mouse suddenly tightened. A burst of joy surged in his heart,
but there was still no emotion on his face. Fraser couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.
After a while, he pulled his tie, and then he said, "I see. You can go head with your work first."
"Yes." Fraser nodded slightly and went out.
After he left, Stanley let go of the mouse, picked up the envelope and opened it, shaking out a few
photos inside.
He picked up one of them casually and rubbed his thumb against Violet's face in the photo. Then he
smiled gradually.
What Fraser brought just now was indeed good news.
There was no better news than it. The one he loved also loved him.
Suddenly, the phone in front of the computer rang.
Then the smile on Stanley’s face faded. He put down the photo, took a look at the phone, and put it to
his ear, "Hello?"
"It's great. I know you haven't slept yet." Henry's grinning voice came over.
Stanley leaned back in his chair, "What's the matter?"
"What else can I do? Except Ivy, how could I call you when I know that it is at night there?" Henry rolled
his eyes.
Stanley squeezed his eyebrows, "What's wrong with Ivy?"
"It's about the cornea. Today, the hospital sent another pair of corneas, but she was not satisfied and
refused to do the operation. If this continues, she will be blind in a few months." Henry sighed with a
headache.
When Stanley heard this, a touch of displeasure flashed in his eyes. His thin lips were pressed into a
straight line, "What does she want to do?"
"I also asked her about it. She said she fancied a pair of corneas."
"Alive people?" Stanley's hand holding the phone tightened. His face became gloomy.
Henry shook his head, "She said that the owner of the cornea of those eyes will die soon."
It turned out to be a dying person.
Stanley's tense face eased. He squeezed the phone, and then loosened a bit of strength. He asked,
"Who is the owner of the cornea? Has the owner agreed to donate it to her?"
"I don't know about this. Ivy is reluctant to tell me. I really have no choice but to call you and ask you to
persuade her." Henry spread his hands helplessly.
Stanley frowned, "I see. I will be back by plane tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay." Henry nodded.
At the end of the call, Stanley dropped the phone on the table, held the mouse, and continued to
immerse himself in his work.
The next day, the wedding of the heir of the Hill family finally began.
As a guest, Violet wore a dress and came to the wedding with George's arm, waiting for the wedding to
begin.
But at this moment, Mr. Hill came to them with a look of embarrassment, "Dr. Joe, Miss Hunt."
"What's the matter?" George asked with a smile.
Mr. Hill looked at Violet next to him, "I want to ask Miss Hunt for a favor."
"Me?" Violet pointed at herself.
Mr. Hill nodded, "Yes, because my girl was sent back home overnight by me last night, so today there
is one bridesmaid missing..."
"Do you want Violet to be the bridesmaid?" George raised his eyebrows.
Violet also opened her mouth in surprise.
Seeing that they immediately guessed his intention, Mr. Hill nodded, "Yes, so Miss Hunt, please."
He bowed to Violet.
Violet let go of George's arm, took a step back, and waved her hands again and again, "I can't. I've
never been a bridesmaid. This is not good."
"It doesn't matter. It’s easy, as long as you stand there." Mr. Hill said.
Violet looked at George embarrassedly.
George pondered for a few seconds, "Why don't you go find other people?"
"I have found them. Either married or some women who don’t look good." Mr. Hill smiled bitterly.
Since he said so and even bowed, Violet knew that if she refused again, she would embarrass Mr. Hill.
Then she forced a smile, and agreed, "Well, just stand there, right?"
"Yes." Mr. Hill was happy.
George frowned and looked at Violet, "Violet..."
"It's okay. Just help Mr. Hill once." Violet smiled at him.
Mr. Hill made a gesture to invite Violet, "Miss Hunt, please come with me. I will take you to change
clothes and make-up."
"Okay." Violet nodded and walked behind him.
When Violet entered the dressing room, she was pushed onto the seat by the makeup artist and
started putting on makeup.
After putting on makeup, Violet went to meet the other bridesmaids, where she also saw the bride.
The bride was a very gentle and beautiful woman. Violet talked to her for a few words and learned that
the bridesmaid was indeed just like Mr. Hill said. She just needed to stand there, which was not as
complicated as at domestic.
Violet also relieved her tension and gradually merged into the bridesmaid's group.
Soon, the wedding began.
Violet and the other bridesmaids walked behind the bride and entered together.
In the guest room, Fraser widened his eyes in disbelief, and then he quickly reminded the man next to
him, who was lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone, "Mr. Murphy, Violet is actually a
bridesmaid."
"Huh?" After hearing this, Stanley moved his ears a little, and looked up at the bride. He saw Violet
walking beside the bride in a bridesmaid's suit. A touch of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The bridesmaid dress was also white. With long hemline, it was just like a small wedding dress. If Violet
also put a veil on her head, she would be just like wearing a wedding dress.
He could already imagine how beautiful she would be in a real wedding dress.
As if feeling that someone was looking at her, Violet turned her head subconsciously and then she met
Stanley's dark and gloomy eyes.
In the guest room, Fraser widened his eyes in disbelief, and then he quickly reminded the man next to
him, who was lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone, "Mr. Murphy, Violet is actually a
bridesmaid."
"Huh?" After hearing this, Stanley moved his ears a little, and looked up at the bride. He saw Violet
walking beside the bride in a bridesmaid's suit. A touch of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The bridesmaid dress was also white. With long hemline, it was just like a small wedding dress. If Violet
also put a veil on her head, she would be just like wearing a wedding dress.
He could already imagine how beautiful she would be in a real wedding dress.
As if feeling that someone was looking at her, Violet turned her head subconsciously and then she met
Stanley's dark and gloomy eyes.
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