Love after Divorce novel (Violet Elliott) novel 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!