Love after Divorce novel (Violet Elliott) novel Chapter 117

Violet didn't know what Louis was mad about, and all she knew was that she was about to throw up now.

"Mr. Johnson, this is my personal business. Can you stop for a moment?"

Louis didn't stop, but stepped on the gas anyway.

Like a fish, the car nimbly crossed the cars to the left and right in one fell swoop.

Violet grabbed the handlebar tightly, and her heart was in her throat.

Along with her nervousness, her stomach acid was about to tumble out.

Finally, the car came to a halt.

Violet had no time to talk to him. Hastily, she pulled open the car door, squatted to the side of the road and vomited

Until her stomach was empty, Violet gasped and stood up.

Louis, the jerk! She really wanted to punch him!

Boom!

The car sped away again.

"Louis, you son of a bitch!"

Violet cursed him.

She took a piece of tissue out of her bag, wiped the corner of her mouth, and went into the neighborhood.

What a lunatic!

Why didn't he leave her halfway but drop her off at the entrance of the neighborhood?

In the car, Louis looked at Violet's smaller and smaller figure in the rear-view mirror, and his anger slowly receded.

He pulled the car to the side, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one of them.

The smoke blurred his handsome face.

What was going on here?

When did he become a person who can hardly retain his composure?

Louis exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, and his dark eyes were sunken.

When a cigarette was finished, his mood had been restored to calm.

Suddenly, he thought of something, then took out his cell phone and made a phone call.

“Grace, are you in the apartment?”

"Louis, you're going back, right? I'll be right there."

Louis hung up the phone and started the car.

On the other end of the phone, Grace got up from a man's arms with a flustered look on her face.

"Louis is going to the apartment. I have to go back right away."