Love After Divorce

It was so painful.

All over her body felt like being crushed.

Frowned, Violet Elliott slowly opened her eyes.

What first jumped in to her sight was a man’s lean but strong pecs.

And the man’s tanned skin still had some fine scratches on it.

There was a man!

Violet held her breath.

Looking up, she saw the sleeping man’s handsome face.

Prominent jaw line, thin lips, high nose …

The exquisite contours of his features were like the best work of arts.

It was him!

Louis Johnson!

It was her husband whom she married by agreement a year ago!

He was back to the country!

Gasped, Violet swallowed and covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Gently, she got out of bed.

Breeze blew outside. She opened a screen window, allowing the early morning sunlight to shine through the room.

Looking at the furnishings around, she was in a luxury suite of a five-star hotel.

That was hilarious!

Her marriage agreement with Louis was about to expire, and they had never shared a bed in a year. But in the end, she slept with him.

No!

Last night, she was the one who broke into his room by mistake. And it was her who hugged, kissed and teased him who was drunk.

Thinking about last night, Violet compressed her red lips and put on her dress that was tore by the man.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound. Then she heard the man’s slightly hoarse voice from behind.

“You tantalized me last night and want to get away with that?”

He was awake!

Violet stopped walking but didn’t turn around.

“Sir, we’re adults. What happened last night, let’s pretend it never happened.”

She bet that he hadn’t recognized her.

Last night, she broke in without his permission. And she admitted she was the exact one who should be responsible for what happened last night!

“Heh! You’re carefree!”

“pop” sound. Lights were

the man’s low voice, she felt her arm was

muscular body, there was only a white bath towel around his

like his skin was smooth. Illuminated by the

aggressive and extremely overwhelming as

suppressed her wild heart-beating, “What do you want? You’re a man. It’s always women who

appearance was charming with a ravishing pair of almond

Louis’ eyes were dark, “Who are you? Why

night and his several old friends threw a party

In a daze, he smelled

It smelled so familiar.

her, more than anything else, made him reluctant

the woman he had

really didn’t recognize

It seemed reasonable.

she married him a year ago, she wore ugly

only seen each other

showed up, she was wearing ugly

was sharp-sighted, he

grip and backed

of those women with ulterior

was opened and

his dark

unaffected by what happened last

but his foot

pick it up, he

Makeup artist: Helena.

breath. Wrapping her clothes tightly, she ran to the elevator with

and the flirting sound of

it and her red lips

the thing: she was a makeup artist and took an order

of the organizers, who added something to

remembered the drink, which was handed by her husband’s sister, Jasmine

Jasmine conspire with the organizer to frame her

man and the woman who were indulging in

“Helena.”

woman’s sound came from behind, and Violet looked back

“It’s really you!”

aren’t you good at running? Look at you.

that her suspicion was

I have no grudge against you. Why

Violet was the Mrs. Johnson was not well

did not know her identity

Because you are shameless

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

brutal and unreasonable young

to be your boyfriend yet. Third, you’re having so

Violet shook her phone.

blushed, “Did you