Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 8

Louis' dark eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Violet's back, and what flashed through his mind was

a message from his assistant about Helena.

No useful information was found except that she was from Eleaviel.

Was that woman so mysterious?

Was she a big shot?

Or the information was fake?

In the hall, the old Mrs. Johnson was helped by a servant to sit on a sofa.

Leon, the host of the Johnson Family, also came down from the upstairs.

Violet entered the door, greeted him, and then walked over to the old Mrs. Johnson.

"Grandma."

"Violet, have a seat."

The old Mrs. Johnson let Violet sit down affectionately, all smiles.

At that moment, Louis also came in.

After greeting Leon, he also sat beside the old Mrs. Johnson.

"Now I'm happy. Look at my grandson and granddaughter-in-law. What a match!"

Violet: "..."

Crowd: "..."

The old Mrs. Johnson had a problem with her eyes some time ago and couldn't see things very clearly.

Well, it seemed that the drugs had no effect!

Violet smiled, and her eyes unconsciously cast to the side of Louis, but saw him staring at her.

The deep eyes were filled with mockery.

Why was he mocking her?

It was not like she made Grandma think this way!

"Dad, are you feeling better?"

Louis walked over to Leon's side and made small talk with him.

Violet's eyes withdrew from him and looked at the old Mrs. Johnson.

The old Mrs. Johnson was smiling and holding her hand.

"Violet, from now on, Louis will officially take over the domestic market of the Johnson Group, so you

two won't have to live apart. You and Louis have to work hard. I'm looking forward to seeing my future

great-grandchild."

It was that topic again!

Violet was a little embarrassed.

"Grandma, do you remember the TV show you watched two days ago? In the show, a young couple

became enemies because of their broken relationship and ended up making a mess of the family.

Grandma definitely doesn't want to see this kind of thing happen to us."

The old Mrs. Johnson liked to watch TV shows.

She deliberately cited a TV show to dissuade the old Mrs. Johnson.

Together, she and Louis would become enemies with each other.

"You're smart ."

The old Mrs. Johnson laughed and looked at Louis, who was talking to Leon Johnson not far away.

"Louis has a cold face but a warm heart, while you are gentle and kind, so you are a perfect match

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Violet: "..."

A perfect match!?

The old Mrs. Johnson really thought too highly of them!

Violet lost her smile, touched her face, and deliberately said, "But grandma, I'm not good-looking

enough for him, and if we are together, I will only make him lose face."

In other people's eyes, her appearance didn't match with Louis'.

Of course, Louis was the good-looking one.

She was an ugly pig.

"Violet, every wise men know it is necessary to have a good wife."

The old Mrs. Johnson looked at Violet, "Think of the not-so-pretty-looking women who have gone down

in history. What's more, is my Violet really that ugly?"

The old lady had a smiling look. Her eyes cannot see clearly, but at the moment shone with a shrewd

light.

Violet's heart skipped a beat, inexplicably with a guilty conscience.

Why did she think the old Mrs. Johnson knew something?

"Grandma, can we start the dinner? I'm hungry."

Jasmine's voice came from the dining room and the old Mrs. Johnson patted Violet's hand, "Come on,

let's have the dinner."

"Okay."

Violet helped the old Mrs. Johnson walk in the direction of the dinning room.

It seemed that the old Mrs. Johnson had a long way to go to convince her not to divorce Louis.

The Johnsons were all seated.

Violet habitually serve the old Mrs. Johnson a bowl of soup first.

"Violet, this is Louis' favorite soup too."

The old Mrs. Johnson took the bowl of soup and spoke with a smile on her face.

Was this a hint for her to serve Louis soup as well?

Helpless, Violet looked at the man sitting beside her and obediently served him a bowl of soup.

"Mr. Johnson, here."

Louis didn't say anything and took the bowl.

"Violet, what did you call him?"

The old Mrs. Johnson took a sip of the soup and raised her eyes.

Violet froze, reacting to the fact that she had just called him "Mr. Johnson" out of habit.

"Louis, have some soup."

The old Mrs. Johnson, can you stop staring at me?

"Violet, what kind of person is Louis to you?"

The old Mrs. Johnson, apparently not knowing what Violet had in mind, asked again with a smile on her

face.

"It's ... My husband."

Violet replied stiffly.

"Well, that's right! Look how loving the young couple is!"

Violet: "..."

The Johnsons: "..."

Just serving him with a bowl of soup and calling him husband can be considered to love?

The old Mrs. Johnson's comprehension was not quite the same as other people!

"Ugly people always make a lot of noise."

Jasmine couldn't stand this kind of bragging and snorted lightly.

Leon gave a glance at Jasmine with a warning in his eyes.

Jasmine pursed and didn't say another words.

Across the table, Louis finished his soup, picked up his chopsticks and put food in Violet's bowl.

"Eat more, you're too skinny."

The man's tone was soft, and his eyes were full of warmth.

It was like an attentive husband caring for his beloved wife.

Violet knew he was deliberately putting on a show in front of the Johnsons, but her heart still skipped a

beat.

Louis was definitely a good actor if he worked in the acting industry.

The old Mrs. Johnson watched the interaction between the two with a smile in her eyes.

"Louis, it's been a long time since you don't live in the Balridge Manor with me. Tonight, you two should

not go back and stay at Balridge Manor with me for one night."

Coughed.

Violet almost spit out a mouthful of soup.

She hastily covered her mouth and coughed until her face was red.

Louis raised an eyebrow and reached up to pat her back.

"As soon as you heard you will stay with grandma, you got so excited?"

Yes!

How can she not be excited?

If she stayed at Balridge Manor, wouldn't she have to share a room with him!?

She didn't want it!

Violet couldn't eat anymore.

Only the old Mrs. Johnson, who was extra happy today, ate more than usual.

"Louis, come upstairs with me and keep talking about the company's business."

After eating, Leon gestured for Louis to follow him upstairs.

Louis glanced at Violet and smiled gently, "I'll be right there. You behave yourself downstairs."

Violet: "..."

Was this man addicted to acting?

Didn't he feel embarrassed when he showed her excessive attention?

"Violet, go to the kitchen and prepare some fruit."

Rosalie watched coldly as Louis went upstairs and asked Violet to prepare fruit.

"Okay."

Violet nodded and went into the kitchen.

"Violet, remember who chose you to enter the Johnson Family in the first place. Who gave you the

good life you have now? You'd better get it straight, or I'll torture you in a hundred ways."

Rosalie's warning voice came from behind with a viciousness.

Violet cut the fruit and her red lips lightly compressed.