Love Starts After We Break Up

Violet helped him clean his face, and her mind flashed back to that scene when she helped him refine his make-up in the villa.

At that night, the two were close and he took her into his arms...

Her heart suddenly beat irregularly, and her ears inexplicably burned.

Violet unconsciously swallowed her saliva, and the movement of her hands accelerated.

Louis looked straight ahead and could clearly see the woman's heaving chest.

She wasn't calm.

He raised his eyes and saw that her face was a little red.

At once, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised as well.

"Are you feeling hot?"

The man's sudden voice made Violet, who was already tense, startled.

She was trimming his eyebrows, but the force of her hand was a little ample, and accidentally clamped his eyelid.

Louis' eyebrows instantly knitted up and he glared at her.

Violet cursed and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to it."

Louis stared at her, "Violet, what are you thinking about? Why is your face so red? Is it because you are thinking of something inappropriate?"

Violet: "......"

He should not ask so directly!

Violet's face became even redder.

She forced down her inner ups and downs and pretended to be calm, "Mr. Johnson, just now I had a hot drink so I'm feeling a little hot. Please sit still and don't think or talk anymore so that I don't distract and hurt you."

"Why do you get distracted when I talk? Is it because I'm different from others?"

Louis' gazed at her as if he was hinting at something.

Violet moved her hand, then laughed, "Yes, Mr. Johnson is a noble man, so of course you're different from ordinary customers."

Was that all?

Louis didn't say anything, but his dark eyes were fixed on Violet, as if he wanted to see through all her thoughts.

Violet held her breath, forcing herself to ignore the man's gaze, and began to concentrate on his face.

David, who was listening to the two with interest, raised his eyebrows.

As for the way how Violet behaved, it was not like she had no feelings for Louis.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and then pushed the door in.

Violet finished her last step, straightened up slightly, and raised her eyes to check who was coming in.

The person standing at the door was Grace, followed by a waiter holding a fruit dish.

"Louis, I heard that Miss Elliott is busy here, so I brought over some fruits for everyone."

Bringing fruits for her?

Violet glanced at Grace and saw she was greeting the few people who came in. Inexplicably, Grace was having a sense of the hostess who was entertaining her guests. "Miss Harper is too polite."

Violet gathered her makeup tools and said thank you in a light voice.

Louis glanced at Grace and frowned.

What was she doing here?

"Who's this pretty?"

Jessie, who had followed her in, called out exaggeratedly.

"Hi, I'm Grace. You're Miss Shaw, right? You look better than on TV!"

Grace complimented.

"Mrs. Johnson is not only lovely, but also easy to get along with." Jessie took Grace's hand and said, "I didn't recognize the future Mr. Johnson just now. Jessie praised her in a delicate voice.

From the corner of her eye, Jessie glanced at Violet with a sarcastic look.

Violet ignored her words and looked at Louis, saying seriously, "Mr. Johnson, don't forget the wage."

Louis' face was a little cold. He glanced at Jessie, then withdrew his eyes and took out his phone to transfer money to Violet.

"Ding." Violet checked the amount on her phone and curved her lips, "Thank you, Mr. Johnson."

Louis did not say anything, looked at Violet, got up and prepared to leave.

"Miss Elliott, thank you for Louis' makeup. It was a hard work."

Grace walked up to Violet, smiled and expressed her thank.

Violet glanced at her and noticed her smiling eyes. Inexplicably, her chest tightened a little.

"It was not a hard work. It was the right thing to do."

Grace didn't have to be so eager to demonstrate to her.

She had no intention of having anything with Louis!