Chapter 3

Violet was wordless.

Dear Grandma, she was not worried about his fertility.

After all, she had already experienced it deeply last night!

Violet's face burned a little and she just wanted to disappear.

She subconsciously glanced at Louis whose handsome face showed growing indifference.

Did he now mean that the divorce was on hold?

Can she say no?

"Grandma, I'm all yours and Louis'."

Obviously, she was too humble to have a right to say no.

"That's good, Violet. Have a baby with Louis soon so that I can have a great-grandchild before I die. Then, I will have no regrets."

More children?

She was afraid the old Mrs. Johnson's wish will not be granted!

Violet sighed in her heart, but coaxed the old lady, "Grandma, you are not allowed to say that. You will definitely live a long life."

"Haha, you're smooth-tongued."

"..."

Louis looked at Violet. His dark eyes were sullen.

This woman was good at acting.

She gained his grandma's trust during the year!

"Well, grandma. It's getting late. You should go to bed early."

Violet hung up the phone and let out a long breath.

Over the year, she had been called upon by the old Mrs. Johnson from time to time.

The old Mrs. Johnson liked to cook delicacies when free, and Violet happened to have a knack for making food.

Gradually, the two got along very well.

In the Johnson Family, no one looked up to her but the old Mrs. Johnson, who treated her like her own granddaughter.

"Why are you so complacent? Violet Elliott, I'm warning you. Don't use my grandmother as a front to be Mrs. Johnson. Perish your wishful thinking."

Louis gave a cold warning.

But Violet was innocent.

"Mr. Johnson, please don't worry. I don't want to be Mrs. Johnson at all. The divorce agreement I just signed will always be valid. Please give me some time. I will convince grandma to agree to both of us getting a divorce."

What did she need the title of "Mrs. Johnson" for?

She could take the money and be a rich woman fairly and squarely. And she could live with her daughter henceforward. Didn't it feel good?

If it was possible, she would like to go to the civil affairs bureau right now and finish the formalities with him!

Louis' footsteps paused and he looked back at her. His eyes were cold and sharp with mockery.

He didn't seem to believe what she said.

Violet pushed her black glasses, looked at his cold and arrogant figure, and exhaled in depression.

"Mrs. Johnson, please hurry upstairs and serve the young master to wash up!"

It was Lucy, the servant, who was speaking.

Violet's almond eyes flashed and found it both funny and annoying.

"Lucy, did you tell grandma about this?"

She wondered why the old Mrs. Johnson's call was so timely.

"Mrs. Johnson, the young master is a good man you can trust for the rest of your life. Please go upstairs!"

Lucy didn't answer her question, but laughed and nudged Violet.

Whether Louis was the person she can rely on or not, it would have nothing to do with her!

Because she married into the Johnson Family as a single mom, she hid her real identity from the outside world.

Now, she just wanted to disassociate herself from Louis quickly!

Violet's almond eyes flashed. Giving Lucy a helpless look, she went upstairs eventually.

When she stood at the door of the master's bedroom, she was hesitated whether she should go in or not.

This was their wedding room.

But over a year, she basically did not live here much.

Even at night, she slept in the guest room.

At that moment, the door was opened and Louis's tall figure appeared in the doorway.

His eyes were still cold.

"What are you doing standing at the door of my room? Violet, you should have self-awareness. Do you think I'll be obsessed with your ugly face?"

Violet was silent.

It was him who held her last night and didn't let go!

She really wanted to take off her makeup right now and embarrass him!

"Mr. Johnson, I swear. If I covet you, let me go out and be killed by thunder!"

BOOM!

There was a thunderclap outside.

Immediately afterwards, it rained heavily.

Violet: "..."

She swore she was telling the truth!

She really didn't fall in love with him!

"It seems that God do the answering for you."

Louis raised one side of his mouth and said mockingly: "OK, you're keen to approach me and I don't even bother with you. It seems impolite. So, I want to take a bath. Prepare bath water for me."

He was treating her like a servant.

Violet swung her fist towards the man's back.

Louis suddenly turned his head as if he had eyes in the back.

Violet hurriedly squeezed out a fake smile and pretended to fix her hair.

Louis gave her a cold look and didn't unmask her little move. Sitting on the couch like a boss, he was waiting for her to serve him.

Violet resigned herself to go to the bathroom and helped him prepare his toiletries.

Back and forth. Her fragrance floated in the air. And it smelled good

Louis' eyes subconsciously fell on the busy woman.

Her limbs were slender. Although her clothes was out of date, she had a special charm when she was walking.

Not to see her face, just look at her back. She can definitely make people take her for a beauty.

Just like ...

His mind inexplicably flashed a clear face.

Louis' dark eyes narrowed as he slowly got up and made his way to the bathroom.

At this time, Violet was testing the water temperature.

She sat on her knees in front of the bathtub, revealing her thin and fair waist when she outstretched her arms.

Under the light, the skin on her waist was fair and lovely, emitting porcelain's glow.

"Well, that's enough."

Violet was concentrating on the water, not noticing that he was staring at her intently from behind.

So when she got up and saw Louis standing behind her, only a few centimeters away, she let out a startled cry and unconsciously stepped back.

In the back was the bathtub.

Just heard a sound of flutter and splash.

Violet: "..."

He was like a ghost, standing behind her without making any noise!

She didn't want to get a heart attack by that!

After she got up in disarray, she stared at Louis and called out, "Mr. Johnson, why did you come in here so quietly?"

Louis' gaze wandered over her soaked body and the graceful curves outlined by water.

"I am the owner of the room. Do I need to ask your permission to come in? It's you, instead, who want to play game of wet seduction," said Louis whose voice was a little hoarse.

Violet: "..."

His imagination should not be so rich!

"Mr. Johnson, you think too much. I just saw something that didn't look like a human appearing behind me and I was startled. I've prepared the toiletries for you. As for the bath water, you can do it yourself. I'll go to my room and clean up."

She cursed him for not being a human!

This woman. What she said was quite sharp.

Louis watched Violet leave and his dark eyes narrowed.

Why did she inexplicably remind him of Helena, the woman from last night?

Why was the skin on her body, a hundred times better than the skin on her face?

In the guest room, Violet took off her soaked clothes and let out a long breath.

Game of wet seduction?

He really thought too much!

Time will tell!

All she wanted was a divorce and to live the rest of her life happily ever after with her Erin!

TICK.

There was a message on her phone.

Violet saw it and her eyebrows softened

It was a photo sent by her bosom friend.

On the photo, a little girl was sleeping soundly.