Love after Divorce novel (Violet Elliott)

Violet helped Luka build a hand for the barbecue.

Looking at the little guy's excitement, she smiled and complimented him.

When the little one heard the compliment, he baked more vigorously.

Violet curled her lips and subconsciously looked to the side.

Louis is tall and leggy standing in front of the grill, fiddling with the skewers in his hands.

The sleeves of the dress were rolled up a bit, and the small arms exposed were softly glowing in the light.

His movements were not skilled, but because of his reserved stance, it added a bit of sexiness.

As Erin chattered away, he chuckled and returned the conversation with a chuckle.

What a loving picture.

Violet was in a daze when Isaac's voice came to her ears, "Violet, try the grilled shrimp, your favorite."

Violet looked back and smiled slightly towards him, "Thank you."

"What's polite."

Isaac glanced at Louis, touched the glance he cast, and gave him a slight nod.

Louis looked at the food in Violet's hand, and then at the kielbasa he was about to grill.

"Erin, send it over to your mommy so she can taste Uncle's cooking."

"Okay ta."

Erin gladly took the sausage and ran to Violet's side on short legs.

"Mommy, Uncle Louis baked this for you! Try it!"

Baked for her!

Is it to make amends to her?

She wouldn't dare to accept it!

Violet pursed her lips and took the kielbasa from her daughter's hand with some hesitation.

Probably because she was distracted, her hand slipped and the kielbasa fell directly to the floor.

"Kielbasa drop."

Erin blinked with a look of pity.

At that moment, I don't know which guest's dog scurried over and took the sausage away.

Violet "..."

She didn't mean to do it.

Definitely the Lord did it for her!

Louis watched as his hard-earned baked goods were fed to the dogs, and his handsome face darkened.

This woman, is she doing it on purpose!

What about resisting his apology in this way!

"Evie, keep an eye on Erin and Luka for me while I go to the bathroom."

Violet didn't have to look to feel the death stare Louis was casting and just wanted to disappear for a while.

She spoke to Evie and then walked in the direction of the bathroom.

Louis stared at her back and followed in stride.

The restrooms on the property are quite far away.

As Violet followed the signs and passed through a wooded area, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Ciara talking to an unknown man.

Ciara gestured for a moment, then the man pulled out his phone and let Ciara scan it.

How is this a bit like making a deal?

Violet, hidden behind a tree, watched the scene, pondering.

"Looking at what?"

The man's low magnetic voice came to his ears.

Violet was startled and turned around sharply to see Louis' handsome face close at hand.

"Why are you walking without a sound? It scares me to death."

Louis's dark eyes set, he moved closer to her and enveloped Violet in his arms.

"So easily frightened, you do loss of heart?"

The man was so close, so close that she could touch his thin lips if she tiptoed upwards gently.

The image of their lips on each other flashed in her mind, and Violet's face heated up as she reached out to push him away.

"Who has done something wrong? You're the one who did something wrong!"

Louis rippled and reached out to clasp her slender hand.

"Didn't do anything wrong? Then why did you break your promise and come on vacation with Isaac?Violet, even if you're angry with me, you shouldn't break your promise." The man's body was close to hers, and the warm breath he exhaled spilled onto her face, stirring up the slightest tickle.

Violet's heart beat inexplicably faster and she just wanted to run away from him.

"I didn't break my promise, Mr. Johnson, so please let go of me first."

"Violet, first you give me an explanation."

"The explanation is that I'm setting him up with my cousin, Mr. Johnson, can you let go of me now?"

Violet just felt her face burn as much as she could, barely keeping her composure.

The night is long, and the faint light of the street lamp casts a circle of silhouette.

Louis looked at Violet's clear face, reached out and cupped her chin and slowly leaned in.

"Violet, my kisses, you don't hate them do you?"

Violet "..."