Love after Divorce

Chapter 5

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?"

Violet and Helena were the same person. Was it considered that she knew her well?

Violet's eyes flashed, "Yes, we are very good friends. I know everything about her, and she knows

everything about me. It can be said that we are indistinguishable from each other."

Indistinguishable from each other?

Louis narrowed his dark eyes, and his gaze that fell on her was sharp, as if he wanted to see her

through.

Violet was a little scared.

She was about to say something but her cell phone rang out in her bag.

Violet froze, and her eyes subconsciously fell on one of her hands.

She was holding a cell phone in her hand, but apparently, it wasn't the phone that was ringing.

Violet glanced at Louis and could clearly feel the probing look in his eyes.

She smiled dryly and pretended to be calm, "Mr. Johnson, I have to go to the marketing department to

discuss a make-up order. The appointment time is coming up. I'll leave first."

This man's eyes were too sharp. In front of him, she had to be cautious and cautious again. She was

determined not to reveal herself!

She wished the divorce could be finalized quickly.

She could not dress as another person too!

Watching the woman leave at a fast pace, Louis' dark eyes were deep in concentration.

Was her business so busy? That she needed two phones?

Intuition told him that this woman was not simple!

Louis pulled out his phone, " Harry, check someone out for me ..."

Outside.

Violet took her other cell phone out of her bag and wrinkled her brow slightly when she saw that it was

a call from Jasmine.

The cell phone in the bag was what she used for contact people when she was Violet.

What was Jasmine doing and calling her out of the blue?

Violet walked to the corner and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Ugly, what are you up to? What took you so long to answer my call?"

What a rude tone!

Violet's face was slightly cold, "Missy, if you have time, go to an etiquette class and let teachers teach

you properly how to be a lady of note."

"You, you dare to lecture me?"

"Is something wrong? I gotta go."

Violet didn't bother to talk to her and tried to hang up the phone.

"Violet, I kindly remind you to be careful of your good friend who was cheating on you. Ask Helena

where she went the day before yesterday."

Jasmine screamed on the phone.

Violet froze, and the corners of her mouth curled lightly.

So it was to stir up trouble.

Unfortunately, Jasmine never expected that Violet and Helena were the same person.

"Thanks for the reminder. I have things to do. I'll hang up now."

"Hey, you ..."

Jasmine listened to the beeping sound coming from the receiver and slammed her phone down in

anger.

Didn't the ugly even ask her what she knew?

Although Louis did not consider her as his wife at all, her husband slept with her bosom friend, and she

really did not mind at all?

Violet didn't bother to pick up Jasmine's provocations, put her phone away and went to the marketing

department.

"Hello, I'm looking for Manager Jacob."

She was taking the Johnson Group's artist styling business of the latter half of the year.

Once the business was taken, she will have enough money to buy a small house this year.

"Miss Helena is here? Please sit down and wait a moment."

Manager Jacob was talking to a man in a suit.

The man glanced at Violet, and there was interest flashed in his slender eyes.

"Okay."

Violet smiled and glanced at the man, lowering her eyes slightly.

This was Cooper Burke, the General Manager of the Century Entertainment Company and Jasmine's

cousin.

A playboy who spent most of his time with women.

"Manager Jacob, don't keep the pretty girl waiting."

Cooper acted like a gentleman, scanning back and forth over Violet's body.

Violet just felt creeped like she was being watched by a viper.

"Yes, Mr. Burke, take your time."

The director sent Cooper out and went into the conference room with Violet to talk about business.

After some communication, the two reached a preliminary agreement.

"Miss Helena, I'm very optimistic about your styling studio. I'll talk to you for further detail when I've

drawn up a formal contract." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"Good, then I'll be waiting to hear from you."

Violet was delighted and said goodbye to the person in charge before heading the group's front door.

When she got into the car, the phone in her bag rang again.

Violet took it out and looked at it. It was the old Mrs. Johnson's call.

"Grandma?"

"Violet, remember to go back to Balridge Manor early tonight. Since Louis is back home, we are going

to have a family reunion dinner together."

To Balridge Manor for dinner tonight?

Well, she should go to Balridge Manor and persuade the old Mrs. Johnson step by step to agree the

divorce between Louis and her.

...

Sunset glow was sprinkling with soft light.

Located halfway up the hill of western suburbs, the manor was uniquely built.

This was the Balridge Manor.

It covered thousand square meters.

The privacy was excellent, even the way up the mountain was located in a particularly secluded place.

Violet, wearing dark-framed glasses and ugly makeup as usual, entered the door of the estate.

Looking at the magnificent building, she compressed her lips as she thought of how she almost got lost

on her first visit.

She was a commoner, but was fortunate to see the prosperity of the top gentry. It was considered that

she, the ordinary person, widened her horizon.

The front of the main villa had a large garden and there were a lot of trees surrounded.

Walking along the promenade, the breeze blew slowly and the air was fragrant with the scent of

flowers.

Violet sniffed lightly and took in the beauty of the estate.

Suddenly, someone stepped out from a tree and pulled her inward with one hand.