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!”

sound. Lights were

low voice, she felt her arm was dragged by

there was only a white bath towel around his

skin was smooth. Illuminated

and extremely overwhelming

do you want?

a ravishing pair

Why did you sneak into my room last

his

a daze, he smelled a woman’s

It smelled so familiar.

the taste of her, more than anything else, made him reluctant to

he

didn’t recognize

It seemed reasonable.

a year

had only seen each other twice over the

time when she showed up, she was wearing ugly

if he was sharp-sighted,

and backed toward the

an accident. I’m not one of those women with ulterior motives. You

was opened and

his dark eyes

was unaffected by what happened last

moved but his foot stepped

to pick it up, he found it was

Makeup artist: Helena.

her clothes tightly, she ran

opened and the flirting sound of

glanced at it and her red

thing: she was a makeup artist and took an order

event, she was being targeted by one of the organizers, who added something to her

which was handed by her husband’s

Jasmine conspire with the organizer to frame her

a picture of the man and the woman who were indulging in foreplay. Then she

“Helena.”

from behind, and Violet looked

“It’s really you!”

“Helena, aren’t you good at running?

seemed that her suspicion

I have no grudge against you. Why

the Mrs. Johnson

did not know her identity

Because you are shameless

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

a brutal and unreasonable

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

Violet shook her phone.

you just