Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 10

"Mr. Johnson, you're cold?"

"It's not cold, but I don't want the air conditioner."

Louis glanced at her and took a pair of black pajamas with one hand and slowly took off the white

bathrobe from his body with the other hand.

The temperature was high. He wanted to see how she still covered herself up.

He wanted to see her wash her face after sweating.

Seeing that he was about to get changed, Violet turned her head in a hurry and her ears were slightly

red.

Oh My God. Did this man have a kidney deficiency?

In the hot day, he actually did not want the air conditioning?

So hot!

"If you're hot, change the long clothes and pants you're wearing."

The man's low, magnetic voice came from behind her.

Violet gave a hollow laugh, "It's okay. I'm not feeling hot."

Her skin tone was fair and she only covered the top of her neck with a specific powder.

Once she took off her long shirt and pants, she would reveal even more of her skin!

Violet lay back on the couch, looking at the ceiling and feeling the heat bubbling upward beneath her.

It was sizzling!

The temperature in the room was getting higher.

Violet couldn't help but get up and her eyes fell on the man on the king-size bed who was reading a

document.

" Mr. Johnson, let’s make a deal. I feel a little hot. Can I sleep in the next room?"

"There are no beds next door."

"It's fine. It's fine. I'll just sleep on the floor."

As long as there was air conditioning, she can sleep anywhere!

Violet took the blanket and prepared to sleep somewhere else.

A shadow fell overhead, followed by the man's magnetic voice.

"You're hot? Do you want me to help you cool down a little?"

Louis came to the couch and leaned over slightly to look at her, forcing her to lean back into the couch.

"What? Mr. Johnson, what are you talking about!"

The man's strong arms were propped up at her sides, and his dark eyes sized her up with abandon.

His eyes fell on her unraveled the collar because of the heat. He could see her fair chest that was

partly hidden and partly visible.

Violet looked down, and when she saw the skin on her chest, she hastily covered it.

"Mr. Johnson, where are you looking at? Pervert!"

"Pervert? Violet, I told you, we're married and it's normal if I have sex with you."

Louis' Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes shifted slightly upward.

Her face was swarthy and not at all comparable to the complexion of her breast.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he asked a question he wanted to ask, "Violet, the hues of your

body and your face, why do they have a huge difference?"

Violet was lost for words at the moment.

That was really hard to answer!

"I was born with that. But I think it's good. Just because of this, I can be less harassed by horny men."

So, she was insinuating that he was horny?

Louis looked at her steadily and reached out to touch her face.

"Hiss, that hurts."

Frowned, Violet suddenly covered her stomach with her hands and screamed.

Louis' hand lurched, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Johnson, get up. I have to go to the bathroom."

Violet looked at him pathetically.

Louis slowly straightened up and watched as the woman quickly crossed past him.

She was making an excuse!

This ugly wife seemed to be hiding unspeakable secrets in her body.

In the bathroom, Violet leaned against the door and let out a long breath.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she looked at this ugly face in the mirror . Then she quickly took

her makeup bag, dipped some powder and fixed again the ugly makeup that had faded because of the

sweat.

Suddenly she understood why Louis turned off the air conditioning!

He was suspicious of her identity!

What a tough guy!

That seemed really troublesome! Violet double-checked her makeup before she exited the bathroom.

The air in the room suddenly became cooler.

Louis actually turned the air conditioning on!

Great!

Violet was happy. Her eyes fell on the man who was leaning on the bed and continuing to read his

papers. With a light cough she rushed to the sofa.

"Mr. Johnson, good night."

Louis didn't pay attention to her, but his mind couldn't help but think of the enchanting night.

Violet, Helena, between the two ...

The following day.

Violet did not sleep soundly and got up quietly at dawn.

After glancing at the sleeping man, she gingerly exited the bedroom and let out a long breath.

The torturous night was finally over.

Violet touched her face and just felt sticky.

She had to get out of Balridge Manor and get her makeup off in a hurry.

Violet went to the kitchen and made the old Mrs. Johnson a few of her favorite snacks as usual, then

greeted the housekeeper and quickly left.

After a while, Louis got up and got out of the room.

The old Mrs. Johnson was also awake.

"Good morning, grandma."

"Morning."

The old Mrs. Johnson glanced behind him, "Louis, where's Violet?"

"She left"

When she left, he was aware of it.

"Madam, Mrs. Violet Johnson made breakfast before she left."

The servant spoke respectfully.

"Well, Violet is really thoughtful."

The old Mrs. Johnson was helped by Louis into the dining room. Looking at the breakfast on the table,

the old Mrs. Johnson was greatly delighted.

Louis carefully took a bowl of rice porridge to the old Mrs. Johnson, "Grandma, is that how she wins

your heart?"

The old Mrs. Johnson gave a glance at him.

"Louis, do you know why Violet married you a year ago?"

"Because of greed and vanity."

Louis took a cup of coffee handed over by a servant and responded indifferently.

"You're wrong."

The old Mrs. Johnson said, "Violet chose to marry you as repaying for kindness."

Repaying for kindness?

To whom?

Louis's hand was in the air and he looked at the old Mrs. Johnson.

"Violet grew up without without her parents."

"She was raised by her aunt. The youngest sister of Violet’s mother. But her aunt chose to divorce

because her husband cheated on her. So she raised Violet and her own biological daughter alone."

"Her aunt died when Violet was a freshman in high school because of years of overwork. Since t hen,

Violet and her cousin live together."

The old Mrs. Johnson slowly recounted, "A year ago you had an accident and I was seriously ill. We

were sending out a message to the city that you were going to choose a woman and marry. For the

huge bride price of our family, Violet's uncle originally wanted to force Violet's cousin to marry you. And

Violet, for the sake of her cousin's freedom, volunteered to take her cousin's place and marry you."

"She’s been on the straight for a year and never uses the title of Mrs. Johnson for her own gain. Would

you say that Violet still married you out of greed and vanity?"

Louis listened thoughtfully.

He never bothered to investigate her.

All he knew was that she was chosen for him by his stepmother to humiliate him!

"Did she tell you this?"

"No. I got these partly from my research, and partly from what I heard from Violet's cousin Evie Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Williams."

The old Mrs. Johnson reached out and patted Louis' hand, "Louis, don't hold it against Violet. She's a

caring and righteous woman."

He was not sure about it.

But it was clear that his ugly wife had secrets.

Louis took a bite of the fluffy bread and then pondered.