Love after Divorce novel (Violet Elliott)

Violet didn't know what Louis was mad about, and all she knew was that she was about to throw up now.

"Mr. Johnson, this is my personal business. Can you stop for a moment?"

Louis didn't stop, but stepped on the gas anyway.

Like a fish, the car nimbly crossed the cars to the left and right in one fell swoop.

Violet grabbed the handlebar tightly, and her heart was in her throat.

Along with her nervousness, her stomach acid was about to tumble out.

Finally, the car came to a halt.

Violet had no time to talk to him. Hastily, she pulled open the car door, squatted to the side of the road and vomited

Until her stomach was empty, Violet gasped and stood up.

Louis, the jerk! She really wanted to punch him!

Boom!

The car sped away again.

"Louis, you son of a bitch!"

Violet cursed him.

She took a piece of tissue out of her bag, wiped the corner of her mouth, and went into the neighborhood.

What a lunatic!

Why didn't he leave her halfway but drop her off at the entrance of the neighborhood?

In the car, Louis looked at Violet's smaller and smaller figure in the rear-view mirror, and his anger slowly receded.

He pulled the car to the side, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one of them.

The smoke blurred his handsome face.

What was going on here?

When did he become a person who can hardly retain his composure?

Louis exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, and his dark eyes were sunken.

When a cigarette was finished, his mood had been restored to calm.

Suddenly, he thought of something, then took out his cell phone and made a phone call.

"Grace, are you in the apartment?"

"Louis, you're going back, right? I'll be right there."

Louis hung up the phone and started the car.

On the other end of the phone, Grace got up from a man's arms with a flustered look on her face.

"Louis is going to the apartment. I have to go back right away."

The man had a glass of wine in his hand and was looking at her lazily with an evil look on his face.

"Calm down a little. Wrap yourself up tightly. Don't let him discover."

"I know."

Grace got dressed, leaned down and kissed the man's face, "Honey, wait for my good news. I'll make your dream come true as soon as possible."

"Mmm."

The man took a sip of the wine, and his eyes were full of maliciousness.

Apartment.

After Louis waited for a while, Grace came back.

"Louis, are you waiting for me?"

Grace saw Louis standing by the window with his hands in his pockets and rushed over.

Louis glanced at her, "Where have you been?"

"I've been busy at the hotel."

Grace's eyes flickered slightly and she coughed lightly.

Louis saw that she was wearing a high-collared shirt and her face was still flushed.

He frowned.

"You're not feeling well?"

"No, I just returned from abroad, so I'm unaccustomed to the climate here yet."

Grace deliberately coughed lightly again and changed the subject, "Louis, please sit down. I'll go make you a cup of coffee."

Louis did not speak, but sat down on a sofa.

Somehow, he can smell the odor from her body, mixed with faint smell of tobacco that belonged to male.

Why was there tobacco's smell on her body?

Louis's dark eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

"Louis, please try it."

Grace made a cup of coffee and handed it to Louis.

Louis glanced at her, picked up the cup and took a sip.

"How is it?"

"It's okay."

Louis returned in a light voice and put the coffee down, "Are you still used to the work in the housekeeping department?"

"Yes." Grace returned in a good-natured manner.

"Just received a male guest at the hotel?"