Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 1

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

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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!"

A “pop” sound. Lights were turned on.

Hearing the man's low voice, she felt her arm was dragged by him.

On his tall and muscular body, there was only a white bath towel around his waist.

It looked like his skin was smooth. Illuminated by the light, his body was somehow arousing.

And it was aggressive and extremely overwhelming as well.

Violet suppressed her wild heart-beating, "What do you want? You're a man. It's always women who

suffer."

Her appearance was charming with a ravishing pair of almond eyes.

But Louis' eyes were dark, "Who are you? Why did you sneak into my room last night?"

He just returned home last night and his several old friends threw a party for him.

He drank too much. In a daze, he smelled a woman's aroma.

It smelled so familiar.

And the taste of her, more than anything else, made him reluctant to part with.

Was she the woman he had been looking for?

He really didn't recognize her!

It seemed reasonable.

When she married him a year ago, she wore ugly makeup.

They had only seen each other twice over the year.

Each time when she showed up, she was wearing ugly makeup.

Even if he was sharp-sighted, he couldn't recognize her.

Violet broke his grip and backed toward the door.

"Sir, you don't need 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 night as a game between adults."

The door was opened and then closed.

Louis reacted and his dark eyes narrowed.

She was unaffected by what happened last night !

Louis moved but his foot stepped on an object.

Slightly bending down to pick it up, he found it was a badge.

Makeup artist: Helena.

Outside the door, Violet let out a long breath. Wrapping her clothes tightly, she ran to the elevator with

all the aches and pains.

The door of a private room on one side was opened and the flirting sound of a man and a woman came

out from the room.

Unintentionally, Violet glanced at it and her red lips tightly compressed.

Here was the thing: she was a makeup artist and took an order last night to do makeup for some

models.

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

when used an excuse to invite her for dinner.

She remembered the drink, which was handed by her husband's sister, Jasmine Johnson.

Did Jasmine conspire with the organizer to frame her up ?

Violet was sulking, pulled out 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 elevator.

"Helena."

A woman's sound came from behind, and Violet looked back at her.

"It's really you!"

Jasmine looked her up and down, "Helena, aren't you good at running? Look at you. You didn't spend

the last night alone, did you?"

It seemed that her suspicion was correct.

Violet clenched her fist, "Miss Johnson, I have no grudge against you. Why did you frame me up?"

The fact that Violet was the Mrs. Johnson was not well known.

Jasmine naturally did not know her identity either.

"Why? Because you are shameless and seduce my boyfriend!"

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

Jasmine indeed was a brutal and unreasonable young lady.

"Miss Johnson, do you suffer 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 fun with a lot of men, and you don't lack

a boyfriend, do you?"

Violet shook her phone.

Jasmine blushed, "Did you just take a picture?"

"Miss Johnson, I hope you will stop targeting me or ..."

Jasmine was spoiled by her mother, Rosalie Wood.

With the sound of “ding”, the elevator door opened.

Violet ignored Jasmine and prepared to enter the elevator.

But the person who just came out from the elevator made her footsteps stop and her eyes flickered

slightly.

He was ...

"Assistant Harry?"

Jasmine looked at Harry Tran with wide eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"Miss Johnson, I come to deliver clothes for Mr. Johnson."

Jasmine: "..."

This hotel was one of the properties of the Johnson Group.

There were only two rooms on this floor.

So, her half-brother Louis was back?

Last night, she trapped Helena, but had her sleep with Louis!

In the luxury suite.

Louis put on brand new clothes that Harry just gave him. His long figure usually gave people an

impression of reserve and aloofness.

Harry looked at the room that was in a mess. Momentarily, Harry didn’t feel like to ask any question.

"Do you have any news that I told you to check?"

Louis inquired in a light voice as he fastened the buttons of his shirt.

"Not yet."

Louis had an accident four years ago and a woman saved him with her body.

For the past four years, they had been looking for her.

But the woman seemed to have disappeared.

Louis was tidying up his clothes, and his dark eyes fell on the badge on the table. Picking it up, he

played with it.

"Go check out this makeup artist who just went out of my room."

There was a very familiar feeling. Could she be the person he had been looking for?

"Yes."

Harry paused and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Johnson, are you sure you want to divorce with your wife? The

old Mrs. Johnson seems to like her very much."

"The agreement expires and she is not yet worthy to be my wife."

She was a replacement bought with money and was kindly chosen for him by his stepmother.

How can such a woman be his wife?

Louis lowered his eyes, and his calm tone carried sarcasm.

"Okay, I'll inform Mrs. Johnson. No, Miss Elliott, and tell her you've returned home and let her wait for

you at the villa tonight."