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!”

Lights were turned

she felt her arm was dragged

was only a white bath towel around his

was smooth. Illuminated by the light, his body was

aggressive and

her wild heart-beating, “What do you want? You’re

a ravishing pair of

are you? Why did you sneak into my room

last night and his several old friends threw a

too much. In a daze, he

It smelled so familiar.

her, more than anything else, made him

the woman he had been

really didn’t

It seemed reasonable.

married him a year ago, she

each other twice

time when she showed up, she was

sharp-sighted, he

broke his grip and

just an accident. I’m not one of

was opened and

and his dark

what happened last

moved but his foot

pick it up, he

Makeup artist: Helena.

Violet let out a long breath. Wrapping her clothes tightly, she ran to the

the flirting sound of a man and a

glanced at it and her red lips tightly

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

by one of the organizers, who added something to her drink when used an excuse to invite her for

remembered the drink, which was handed by

with the organizer to frame her

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

“Helena.”

sound came from behind, and

“It’s really you!”

“Helena, aren’t you good at running? Look

her suspicion was

clenched her fist, “Miss Johnson, I have no grudge against you.

the Mrs. Johnson was not

naturally did not

Because you are shameless

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

was a brutal and unreasonable young

from paranoia? First, Isaac and I are just friends. Second, he hasn’t agreed to be your boyfriend yet. Third, you’re having so much fun with

Violet shook her phone.

you just take a