Love After Divorce

The man’s eyes were deep and dark. The hot air he exhaled sprayed thinly on her face, tickling.

Violet’s legs were a little weak and her body couldn’t stop leaning back, trying to pull away from it.

“Mr. Johnson, we don’t know each other well enough to be friends.”

“Oh? Don’t know each other well? Then why don’t we just have sex a few more times and we’ll be friends.”

“Mr. Johnson, uh …”

Violet was unsteady on her feet and fell backwards at once.

Her hands, subconsciously tried to grab something as a support.

Behind her was the couch, and by the time she reacted, she tugged Louis by the lapels and fell onto the couch together with him.

He was up, and she was down. They watched each other. Their breaths intertwined, as if they can hear each other’s heartbeat.

Embarrassed, Violet blushed and pushed his chest.

“Mr. Johnson, get up. You’re crushing me.”

“Heh, I just suggested it. I didn’t expect Miss Helena to be so impatient.”

Violet: “…”

She was not! He was full of shit!

Louis slowly got up and looked at her reddened face from above, and his Adam’s apple rolled slightly.

It seemed that he had not slept with a woman for so long so he was inexplicably interested in her.

Violet scrambled to her feet and straightened her clothes.

“Mr. Johnson, it was just a misunderstanding. I swear, I have no feelings for you whatsoever. I have something to do. I’ll leave first.”

It was really embarrassing.

She hoped Louis won’t think she was taking the opportunity to hit on him!

She swore that she just wanted to stay away from him.

“I swear, if I’m interested in you, let me go out and be kill by thunder!”

Such a phrase suddenly burst into Louis’ mind.

His dark eyes narrowed and he called out to Violet, “Stop.”

Violet’s footsteps were halted and she turned to look at Louis with a wary face.

“Anything else?”

“Did you just help Violet with the pastries? You know her well?”

person. Was it considered that she knew her

her, and she knows everything about me. It can be said that we are indistinguishable

Indistinguishable from each other?

fell on her was sharp, as if he wanted to see

a

about to say something but her cell phone rang

and her eyes subconsciously

holding a cell phone in her hand, but apparently,

and could clearly feel the probing

to go to the marketing department to discuss a make-up order. The appointment time is coming up. I’ll leave

sharp. In front of him, she had to be cautious

the divorce could

not dress as

leave at a fast pace, Louis’ dark

busy? That she

this

out his phone, ” Harry, check someone out for

Outside.

her bag and wrinkled her brow slightly when she saw that it was a call

cell phone in the bag was what she used for

calling her out of

to the corner

“Hello?”

What took you so long to answer my

What a rude tone!

cold, “Missy, if you have time, go to an etiquette class and let teachers teach you properly how to be a lady of

you dare to lecture

wrong? I

her and tried to

to be careful of your good friend who was

on

corners of her mouth curled

to stir

Jasmine never expected that Violet and Helena were the same

for the reminder. I have things to do. I’ll hang up

“Hey, you …”

to the beeping sound coming from the receiver

even ask her what

all, her husband slept with her bosom friend, and she really did not mind at

to pick up Jasmine’s provocations, put her phone away and went to the marketing

looking

artist styling business of the latter half of the

have enough

here? Please sit down

was talking to a man in a

at Violet, and there was interest flashed in

“Okay.”