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

felt her arm

tall and muscular body, there was

skin was smooth. Illuminated

aggressive and

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

a ravishing pair of

eyes were dark, “Who are you? Why did you sneak into my room

home last night and his several old

drank too much. In a daze, he smelled a woman’s

It smelled so familiar.

taste of her, more than anything

woman he had been looking

really didn’t

It seemed reasonable.

she married him a year ago, she wore ugly

each other

showed up, she

he was sharp-sighted, he couldn’t recognize

and

of those women with ulterior motives. You can treat what happened

was opened and then

and his dark

what happened last

moved but his foot stepped

down to pick it up, he

Makeup artist: Helena.

let out a long breath. Wrapping her clothes

door of a private room on one side was opened and the flirting sound of a man and a woman came out from the

at it and her

and took an order last night to do makeup for some

the organizers, who added something to her drink when used an excuse to invite her

which was handed by her husband’s

with the organizer to frame her up

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

“Helena.”

woman’s sound came from behind,

“It’s really you!”

up and down, “Helena, aren’t you good at running? Look at you. You didn’t spend

that her suspicion

fist, “Miss Johnson, I have no grudge against you. Why did

that Violet was the Mrs.

naturally did not know her

are shameless

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

brutal and unreasonable young

Isaac and I 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

Violet shook her phone.

“Did you