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

low voice, she felt her arm

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

like his skin was smooth. Illuminated by the light, his body was somehow

was aggressive and extremely

wild heart-beating, “What do you want?

appearance was charming with a

were dark, “Who are you? Why did you

and his several old friends threw a

a daze, he

It smelled so familiar.

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

she the woman he

really didn’t recognize

It seemed reasonable.

she married him a year ago, she wore ugly

each other

she showed up, she

was sharp-sighted, he couldn’t recognize

broke his grip and backed

accident. I’m not one of those women with ulterior motives. You can treat what

door was opened

reacted and his dark eyes

what happened last night

his foot stepped

it up,

Makeup artist: Helena.

Wrapping her clothes tightly, she ran to the elevator with

room on one side was opened and the flirting sound of a man and

at it and her red lips

thing: she was a makeup artist and took an order

one of the organizers, who added something to

the drink, which was handed by

conspire with the organizer to frame her up

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

“Helena.”

came from behind, and

“It’s really you!”

running? Look at you. You didn’t spend the last

seemed that her suspicion

no

the Mrs.

did not know her

Because you are shameless and seduce

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

brutal

are just friends. Second, he hasn’t agreed to be your boyfriend yet. Third, you’re having so much fun with a lot of men, and you don’t lack a

Violet shook her phone.

“Did you