Ice and Fire novel Chapter 734

Francis turned his gaze back to Violet. As he looked at the crying woman, he slid into a panic. 'She is crying in front of me, ' he thought, feeling his heart ache.

"Oh my God, are you...?" Francis broke the silence, as he gazed at Violet with enlarged eyes. 'Is she Greg's wife?!'

Francis couldn't find any reason to think otherwise. The way she was acting and the tears in her eyes showed that the man was important to her. There was only one explanation for this- she was the woman whom Greg loved most, his wife.

"Let me go!" Violet yelled, as she pushed Francis away furiously.

Francis took several steps backwards, paused and stared at Violet.

Violet leaned against the wall, with tears streaming down her face. Breaking down, she collapsed slowly and squatted down. She hugged her legs and buried her head between them. At that moment, she was unwilling to show her pathetic face to others.

Francis was at a loss and didn't know what to do or say. As he looked down at the broken woman in front of him, an urge to protect her rose in his heart. She looked sad and lonely. 'She must be feeling helpless, ' he thought.

After a while, Violet was still sitting there silently, her head buried between her legs. Francis looked outside the window, but only saw Cassie standing there alone. She was staring straight ahead in front of her blankly.

"Uhm..." Francis started to say something, but he heard quick footsteps from the hallway.

"Violet! Violet!" Greg called out as he made his way to the restroom.

Francis turned around and saw Greg. He studied Greg and perceived a strong, unreachable aura emitting from him. He didn't have any fine features, but was nevertheless a handsome gentleman.

Greg looked at the man standing across him. He immediately spotted Violet in the corner. She was sitting there with her head buried between her legs, quivering.

"What happened, Violet?" Greg asked, dashing towards her. He squatted down and grabbed Violet's shoulders tightly.

Recognizing Greg's voice, Violet raised her head slowly. She wiped her tears away and shook his hand off.

"Get out of my sight!" Violet growled at him, and then managed to get up with all her might. Greg was right in front of her, and the other man was standing not too far away from her. She didn't even know his name.

"Are you all right? Why are you crying? What happened to you?" Greg asked, all in one breath apprehensively. His eyes turned red. He flustered at the sight of her crying face.

"Greg," Violet called out coldly.

"Yes?" he answered swiftly.

"Who is that woman?" Violet snarled, pointing at the French window.

Her question left Greg dumbfounded. He looked along the direction Violet was pointing, and realized whom his wife was referring to. 'Did she see what happened between me and Cassie?' he wondered in shock.

There was no one outside the window anymore. But he remembered clearly what had happened there moments ago.

"Listen to me, Violet. That was Cassie Zheng. We went to the same university," Greg tried to explain, as he held Violet's hand.

Violet shook his hands off again. Staring into Greg's eyes, she cried,"Is that so? If that's the case, shouldn't she be abroad? Why is she here?"

She continued in contempt,"Who would act so intimately with a university classmate?"