Love after Divorce novel (Violet Elliott)

"Luka, grab two handfuls of sticky rice with your little hands."

Violet took the ingredients and instructed the little one.

Luka nodded and grabbed two handfuls of glutinous rice before grabbing two handfuls of japonica rice.

Violet duly complimented, "Wow, Luka you are so smart."

Luka's eyes shone brightly as he recalled the steps he took yesterday to make the pastry, helping Violet.

"Luka, are you tired? Auntie will help you wipe your sweat."

Violet looked at Luka whose almond eyes were sparkling, and squatted down to touch the little one with her flour-soaked hand.

The little man's face instantly went white.

Violet burst out a laugh, "Luka, sorry, auntie forgot that I got flour on my hand."

The little man reacted, knowing that Violet was playing with him, blinked his big eyes and quickly touched Violet's face with his little hand.

Violet couldn't avoid it, so she laughed and tickled the little man.

"Little Luka, why are your hands so fast?"

Luka hurriedly broke away from Violet's hand and ran away laughing.

"Don't you run away. Come here, auntie won't play that again."

Violet pretended to go after him as the two laughed and joked in the kitchen.

At the door of the kitchen, the old Mrs. Johnson had the scene recorded with a look of relief.

She then had the video sent to Louis.

At this moment, Louis was sitting in the chair of the president's office.

Also present was Grace, who had just brought a bowl of soup.

Louis' eyes withdrew from Grace, who was pouring the soup, and looked at the video sent by the old Mrs. Johnson.

On the video was a scene of Violet playing with the little one.

Louis raised his eyebrows and his eyes moved slightly.

Did Grandma send Violet back to Balridge Manor to be with Luka?

Was she going to let Violet and Luka develop a relationship first?

The cold breath around the body slightly warmed up, and the originally unhappy mood also slightly cleared.

"Louis, I don't know if you like the soup I made. So have some while it's hot."

Grace was holding a bowl of soup in her hand and saw Louis looking at the phone video with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked. His eyes were flashing slightly.

She heard a woman's voice called Luka in the video.

What was he looking at?

Hearing Grace's words, Louis turned the video off, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"You don't have to do this kind of thing in the future. If you feel free, you can find something to do."

Because of the public opinion, he hadn't figured out how to arrange her yet.

But definitely not for her to come and serve him soup and tea.

Grace looked at Louis' handsome face and her eyes flashed, "Louis, can I come work at the Johnson Group then?"

At that moment, Louis looked up at her, "You want to come work at the Johnson Group?"

"Yes."

"What will you do?"

"I can be your assistant." Grace said hastily.

Louis narrowed his eyes and looked at her steadily.

"My assistants need to have a master's degree at least. Do you think you are qualified?"

Grace choked, "Louis, I can be your life assistant and take care of your living."

"It's not necessary."

Louis' long fingers tapped the desktop habitually, "I've read your profile. You studied hotel management in college. Why don't you go to the Palace Hotel. I'm going on inspection this afternoon. You can go with

me."

Go to the Palace Hotel!

This was not the outcome she wanted.

But it was also better than nothing.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

Grace nodded obediently, hiding the ghostly light under her eyes.

Louis went back his work.

Grace glanced at his phone and pretended to be pitiful.

"Louis, is Luka living well? He doesn't like to express himself, but I know that he must want to see me. Will I be able to see him again in the future?"