Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 62

Isaac's hands, hanging at his sides, tugged slightly.

He thought Louis had no feelings for Violet?

But just now, he was showing him with practical actions: Violet, was his wife!

Violet drove on, glancing in the rearview mirror from time to time.

The good thing was that the drunken man was quiet and just sat in the back seat of the car with his

eyes closed.

When they arrived at Lyonhall Villa, Violet pulled off the car and opened the door.

"Mr. Johnson, it's home."

Louis slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his swollen temples, and entered the villa with Violet's help.

"Mrs. Johnson, did the young master have too much drink?" Lucy greeted.

"Yes, Lucy, please make some sober soup."

"Okay."

Violet helped Louis into the king-size bed in the master bedroom.

Whew!

Exhausted, she sweated.

Violet wiped the sweat from the corner of her forehead, sat on the edge of the bed and reached over to

take Louis' jacket off for him.

Sensing her movement, Louis suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at Violet steadily and clasped her wrist.

The next second, she was pinned underneath her.

He looked at her, and his hot breath blew on her face.

Violet gasped, "Mr. Johnson?"

Louis looked straight at her, something shining in his deep eyes.

He reached out and gently stroked her hair. His voice was a little muffled.

"Why it is not you?"

Obviously her scent was so familiar.

Why wasn't she the woman he slept with four years ago!

In that way, he wouldn't have to struggle to divorce her!

"Mr. Johnson, what are you talking about?"

Violet was unsure, blinking her almond eyes with a suspicious look.

Her small face was clear and beautiful. Louis rolled his throat slightly and cupped her chin.

"Violet, remember who you are. You're still my wife. Stay away from the men around you!"

It was David, and it was Isaac again.

Why did he think that if he divorced her, someone will take her away immediately!

Felt so bad!

Violet opened her mouth, a little speechless.

This man, presumably, saw the news and warned her.

"Mr. Johnson, you are so heavy. Can you let go of me now?"

"You're my wife. Where do you want to go?"

Louis cupped her chin, a tide of love floating in his dark eyes.

She was still his wife and he missed the taste of her.

Louis slowly leaned over ......

TICK! A message came in from the phone placed aside.

Louis's movements were halting and he glanced up.

It was a message from Grace.

His passion in the body seemed to freeze in a moment.

He let go of Violet, got out of bed and fetched his phone.

On the phone, there was a picture of the little one sleeping.

Louis' eyes flashed with a hint of complexity.

"Mr. Johnson, I'm going out. Call me if you need anything."

Violet blushed and looked at Louis's long figure and walked out of the bedroom.

What did he try to do to her just now?

A bit of a blush!

......

Balridge Manor.

In the room, Jasmine handed Rosalie the medicine and sharply closed the door behind her.

"Mom, what a surprise! A major discovery."

Jasmine told Rosalie about the two pieces of news she heard today.

Rosalie was originally looking poorly and was not in good spirits.

But when she heard Jasmine's words, her spirits lifted.

"Are you saying that it's possible that Violet has a child? And this child might still be Louis'? And Louis

has a woman and a child back here. And the woman is someone he slept with four years

ago. And the child is Louis'?" This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes! Mom, I always felt something was wrong."

Jasmine said, "Did Louis sleep with two women at the same time four years ago? He doesn't look like a

man who can't control himself that well."

Rosalie sneered, "Have someone keep an eye on both sides. First find out if Josie's daughter is Louis'

or not. No matter what the result is, this is a good time to attack Louis. The succession

ceremony has passed. And this time, I will definitely pull him down!"