Love After Divorce

Violet watched Josie and Oscar walk away, feeling a little amused and touched.
She was lucky to have such a good friend as Josie in her life.
After sending Josie a reminder to be careful, she hailed a taxi and backed to her apartment.
She promised Louis that she would make soup and visit him.
After two hours of work, Violet put the soup into a thermos, and then drove to the hospital.
When she arrived at the door of the VIP ward, she let out a deep breath, knocked on the door and pushed it in.
“Hello, Mr. Johnson.”
Louis was reading papers on the bed, and when he heard Violet’s voice, he looked up.
Violet placed the thermos on a table and asked with concern, “Are you feeling okay today?”
Louis raised an eyebrow, “What are you going to do if I’m not okay?”
If something happened to him, she would blame herself to death.
Violet pursed her lips, “I don’t know, but I’ll definitely feel guilty for the rest of my life.”
The woman’s face was serious. “What’s the big deal of feeling guilty? Shouldn’t you say that you will take care of me for the rest
of your life?” said Louis who sneered.
Luckily he was okay, so she didn’t have to take care of him for the rest of her life!
Louis looked at the uneasy woman and didn’t joke anymore. Instead he took a file beside the bed in his hand.
“You made a move in the finals of the contest?”
Hearing this, Violet didn’t deny it, “Yes.”
“Why? Because of Isaac?”
Louis narrowed his eyes and his eyes were sharpened.

“No.”
Violet said, “I was stuck on the island. It’s all because of Jasmine. And she caused you to be bitten by a poisonous snake. I can’t
just let it go.”
The woman’s face was cold and calm.
Gradually, the sharpness between Louis’ eyebrows dispersed.
“In that case, you took revenge on her for me?”
Violet’s eyes flickered slightly, “Not really. That, Mr. Johnson, what about the thing you promised me?”
Can she please stop hinting at it?
Louis looked at Violet, then handed her the file in his hand.
“Everything is in the file. Can you handle it yourself?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Violet hurriedly took it with a grateful face.
Louis raised an eyebrow, his eyes falling on the thermos on the table.
“Violet, don’t thank me verbally. Show your sincerity.”
Violet froze and looked at him with some confusion.
Louis burst out, “I’m hungry.”
This stupid woman brought the soup here, and didn’t know to serve him?
“Oh oh, wait a moment.”
Violet understood, and hurriedly opened the thermos, and poured out the soup inside.
The aroma of food instantly wafted in the air.

Louis looked at Violet whose head down.
“Mr. Johnson, be careful with the heat.”
Violet handed the soup to Louis.
Louis did not reach out his hands, but said, “Feed me.”
He didn’t hurt his hands!
“Mr. Johnson, your hands ... are okay?”
“Poisoned, no strength.”
Okay!
At least he was her life saver.
She could feed him!
Violet pursed her lips and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Then, she scooped the soup, blew it gently, and passed it to his mouth.
Louis stared at her face, slowly opened his mouth and drank the soup.
“How does it taste?” inquired Violet.
“Have you tasted it yourself?” Louis raised an eyebrow.
“Tasted it, and I think it’s good.”