Ice and Fire novel Chapter 647

In the afternoon, when Violet walked out of the elevator with a meal box in her hand, she saw Greg standing not too far away.

Greg also noticed Violet the moment she came out. The meal box was quite familiar to him. The chicken soup she prepared for Roger was often packed up in it.

Violet tried to walk past Greg and pretended that she hadn't seen him, but Greg had no plans of avoiding her.

The moment Violet lowered her head to sidestep him, Greg grabbed her arm and forced her to walk out of the hospital lobby with him.

"Hey! Let me go! Take your hands off me," Violet said, resisting him. She didn't want others around them to think that she was close to Greg.

"If you continue to struggle, you may not like it when I'm unable to control myself," Greg warned her. He was hell-bent on achieving his objective, no matter what.

At this, Violet lapsed into silence. She followed him submissively.

"What's wrong, why are you leaving so early today? Are you going home? Why don't you stay with him for a few more moments?" Greg said, sneering. 'Isn't she always by Roger's side for half of the day? It is still early, so how can she bear to leave Roger alone in his ward?' Greg thought with sarcasm.

"That's none of your business," Violet said. She didn't want to have this discussion with him.

"Oh, I am just curious. I don't care what you do," Greg said with irony. Of course, he cared.

Violet didn't reply and just walked.

Silence fell. The atmosphere between them grew awkward.

"Did you get off work?" Violet asked him, breaking the silence.

"I have something to do, so I am leaving early," Greg answered and observed Violet's profile.

"Oh, I see," Violet replied shortly.

"Aren't you curious about where I am going?" Greg asked her intentionally, cocking his head. He wanted Violet to know why he was leaving early. He wondered how she would respond to it, and if he could finally get a reaction from her.

"That's your own business. I am not interested," Violet said, trying to move past him.

"I am going to pick up my fiancee at the airport," Greg told her brightly, pretending to look ahead. He tried not to look at Violet's expression.

Violet felt as if all breath had been knocked out of her. She paused in her footsteps. Although Greg still walked on, she failed to force herself to move.

'His fiancee? He has a fiancee?' Violet sucked in a breath.

Greg realized that Violet stopped behind him. He turned around, finding that she was rooted to her spot. She was shocked at his answer. It satisfied him. Violet tortured him for so many years. It was his turn to torture her now, wasn't it?

"What's wrong? Why are you so surprised?" Greg stepped close and asked her mockingly. His mouth curled into a smile.

"You have a fiancee?" Violet asked him solemnly as she searched his eyes.

"Of course, I do. Didn't you know?" Greg replied, feigning surprise.

Violet just stood still and looked at him, as if she had forgotten how to move or speak.

Greg grinned and looked around. He shifted his eyes to Violet's and said,"You probably know my fiancee."

"Who is she?" Violet immediately asked him. She did want to know who she was.