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!
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