Love Starts After We Break Up

It was so painful.

All over her body felt like being crushed.

Frowned, Violet Elliott slowly opened her eyes.

What first jumped in to her sight was a man's lean but strong pecs.

And the man's tanned skin still had some fine scratches on it.

There was a man!

Violet held her breath.

Looking up, she saw the sleeping man's handsome face.

Prominent jaw line, thin lips, high nose ...

The exquisite contours of his features were like the best work of arts.

It was him!

Louis Johnson!

It was her husband whom she married by agreement a year ago!

He was back to the country!

Gasped, Violet swallowed and covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Gently, she got out of bed.

Breeze blew outside. She opened a screen window, allowing the early morning sunlight to shine through the room.

Looking at the furnishings around, she was in a luxury suite of a five-star hotel.

That was hilarious!

Her marriage agreement with Louis was about to expire, and they had never shared a bed in a year. But in the end, she slept with him.

No!

Last night, she was the one who broke into his room by mistake. And it was her who hugged, kissed and teased him who was drunk.

Thinking about last night, Violet compressed her red lips and put on her dress that was tore by the man.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound. Then she heard the man's slightly hoarse voice from behind.

"You tantalized me last night and want to get away with that?"

He was awake!

Violet stopped walking but didn't turn around.

"Sir, we're adults. What happened last night, let's pretend it never happened."

She bet that he hadn't recognized her.

Last night, she broke in without his permission. And she admitted she was the exact one who should be responsible for what happened last night!

"Heh! You're carefree!"

“pop” sound. Lights were

low voice, she felt her arm

tall and muscular body, there was only a white

smooth. Illuminated by the

and

want? You're a man. It's

was charming with a ravishing pair of almond

dark, "Who are you? Why did you sneak into my room last

his several old friends threw

much. In a daze, he smelled a

It smelled so familiar.

taste of her, more than anything else, made him

woman he had

didn't recognize

It seemed reasonable.

year ago, she

each

she showed up, she

sharp-sighted, he couldn't

and backed toward the

to be nervous. Last night, it was just an accident. I'm not one of those women with ulterior motives. You can treat what happened last

was opened

his

what happened

moved but his foot stepped on

down to pick it up, he found it

Makeup artist: Helena.

long breath. Wrapping her clothes tightly, she ran to

was opened and the flirting sound of a man

at it and her red lips tightly

the thing: she was a makeup artist and took an order last

event, she was being targeted by one of the organizers, who added something to her drink when used an

handed by

with the organizer to

her cell phone and took a picture of the man and the woman who were indulging in foreplay. Then she turned around and continued to wait for the

"Helena."

woman's sound came from behind, and

"It's really you!"

at running? Look at you. You didn't spend the last night alone, did

her suspicion

have no grudge against you. Why

fact that Violet was the Mrs. Johnson

naturally did not know

you are shameless and seduce

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

was a brutal and unreasonable

from paranoia? First, Isaac and I are just friends. Second, he hasn't agreed to be your boyfriend yet. Third, you're having so much

Violet shook her phone.

you just take