Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 9

She knew that Rosalie let her marry into the Johnson Family because of her ugly appearance, which

could be very effective in humiliating to Louis, her stepson.

In her mind, she and Violet should be on the same side.

But today, her performance certainly did not satisfy her.

Rosalie was not a good woman.

Violet's mind flashed back to the Johnson Family's network of connections.

Rosalie and Leon united by marriage for the sake of the Johnson Group.

Leon had a girlfriend in love, Isabelle Riley, Louis' biological mother, before they got married.

Isabelle grew up in an ordinary family.

Because of family interests, Leon eventually broke up with her.

But she was pregnant at the time.

Isabelle did not tell Leon that she was pregnant, but chose to give birth to Louis secretly.

It was not until Louis was five years old that Leon discovered the secret.

Leon wanted to divorce Rosalie, who had never been pregnant, and marry Isabelle.

Only Rosalie was no good, and threatened Isabelle to leave the city.

Isabelle was a woman of character who did not want to use her son as an excuse to marry into a

wealthy family, but chose to take him away.

But on the way there was a car accident.

Isabelle held Louis in her arms, but she died from the severe injuries.

Thus, Louis was taken back to Balridge Manor and kept by the old Mrs. Johnson.

Louis, although illegitimate, was Leon's only son.

Rosalie always saw him as a thorn ...

It was said that the relationship between a stepchild and a stepmother was always inferior to the

relationship between a biological mother and a son.

What was more, it happened in a rich and powerful family.

Violet went out of the kitchen with a fruit tray, silently praying that the divorce would be quick.

She, a weak and innocent person, didn't want to get caught in the domestic dispute and suffer.

The sound of high heels rang out and Jasmine appeared in front of her.

Violet raised her eyes and met her disgusted look.

Jasmine crossed over her pompously, not forgetting to give her a hard bump.

Violet's eyes flashed and dumped the fruit all over Jasmine.

"Ah! Violet, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, I didn't hold it steadily!"

She was the one who came here to seek trouble!

Violet thought it as a payback for her who framed her before!

"Violet, you did that on purpose! I'm so mad at you. Just wait. I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

Jasmine was furious, pointed at Violet and screamed at her, then went upstairs to change her clothes.

Violet pushed the lenses with an innocent face, and slowly cleaned up the debris on the floor with the

servants.

...

At nightfall.

The secluded estate fell into silence.

In a tastefully decorated room, Violet watched Louis get into the washroom with a change of clothes.

Scratching her head, Violet only felt it troublesome.

Balridge Manor was full of servants and she had to sleep in a room with Louis.

It seemed that tonight, she cannot remove her makeup and will have to sleep with ugly makeup.

TICK. A message was on the phone.

Violet glanced at it, and her eyes were flashing slightly.

The message was sent by her bosom friend.

She said someone was investigating on Helena's profile.

The person who investigated her was Louis' man!

Could Louis really be suspicious of her identity?!

Fortunately, her friend had made thorough arrangements.

But Louis' insight was really too strong.

She was really afraid that her disguise would soon be uncovered in front of him.

Violet let out a long breath and pondered as the man came out of the bathroom.

Wearing a white bathrobe, it revealed his pectoral muscle.

With a towel in his hand, he was wiping his wet hair.

Violet hastily lowered her eyes, and dodged from seeing him.

"You're done? Then I'll go in and take a shower."

She unconsciously recalled the night when she accidentally slept with him, and her ears turned red.

Louis didn't say anything, watching Violet enter the bathroom with a hurried gait. No emotion was

visible on his handsome face.

He poured himself a glass of wine and sat leisurely on the sofa.

Twenty minutes later. Violet came out.

Her hair was unwashed and she still wore the black-framed glasses.

And she wore long-sleeved clothes and pants of the same style as before.

Louis sized her up, with his long fingers playing with the glass.

"Violet, although you're ugly, you don't even stress on hygiene? Are you a real woman?"

Violet: "..."

Such a mean man!

No others here. Finally he did not pretend to be tender!

"I just washed my hair yesterday. It's not dirty. Of course, if Mr. Johnson doesn't mind, why don't you

sleep in a different room?"

She was wearing ugly makeup, and although her makeup was waterproof, she still wanted to take it off

tonight.

She was afraid that the more she did, the easier it would be for Louis to see her weak point.

Her gaze behind the lenses showed a hint of anticipation.

Expected him to leave the room. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Louis' corners of mouth was lightly hooked. He put down his glass and came to Violet.

Long, slender fingers caressed her face.

"Violet, are you nervous about being with me? Are you feeling inferior because you're so ugly? Don't

worry, I don't mind it. After all, your body looks just like Helena's, barely good."

Violet: "..."

What did he say?

And his hand, what was it doing on her face?

Violet hurriedly took a step back to avoid his touch.

"Mr. Johnson, please don't treat Helena as a fantasy object. Also, we have already signed the divorce

agreement. In principle, I have no relationship with you anymore. Please don't put your hands on me."

If the old Mrs. Johnson hadn't been there, she would have walked away!

"It's just a signed divorce agreement. In principle, you and I still belong to the relationship of husband

and wife. Even if I want to do something to you, it will still fall under the category of a normal couple."

Louis glanced at his long, slender fingers.

His fingers were clean, so the skin on the woman's face was real?

"Mr. Johnson, you're so humorous. How can you say that to my ugly face?"

Violet had a wary look on her face and a fake smile.

Louis shot a glance at her and changed the topic, "You know Helena well? Then you should know

about her. Tell me about it."

He was inquiring about Helena?

Violet's eyes flashed, "Actually, I'm not going to lie. Helena's identity is not very clear to me. My bosom

friend Josie happened to save her in Eleaviel. She has amnesia and can't recall her previous

experiences at all."

The woman with amnesia!

What a coincidence!

Louis' dark eyes narrowed and scrutinized her.

"That, Mr. Johnson, it's getting late. Why don't you go to bed early?"

Violet did not dare see Louis' eyes, and walked quickly over the couch to straighten her things out.

"You're going to sleep on the couch?"

"Well, I'm sure Mr. Johnson won't want me to share a bed with you."

Can he see how self-aware she was?

Louis looked at her upturned buttocks. Certain scenes flashed through his mind, and his Adam's apple

unconsciously rolled.

He averted his sight line, walked to the bed, and turned off the air conditioner.

Violet: "..."

Why did he turn off the air conditioner?

It was in a summer!