The Wife In Disguise

At that moment, Isaac wanted to say something, but then stopped.

But in the end, all he said was, “I’ll drive you back.”

He said that he respected all her decisions.

Lyonhall Villa.

Louis came down from upstairs.

A handsome face was the usual expressionless one.

The aroma of food wafted in the air, his eyes moved slightly, and his steps were a few points faster.

“Good morning, young master.”

Lucy, who came out of the kitchen, said hello to Louis.

Louis’s footsteps lurched and disappointment flashed in his dark eyes.

It turned out to be Lucy.

He also thought that …

Louis thin lips lightly pursed, and he looked towards the window. At the sight of a man and a woman outside, his eyes sank abruptly.

At that moment, Violet, in a man’s coat, was being helped by Isaac towards the villa.

She was with Isaac and that was why she didn’t come home all night?

Very good!

Louis’ thin lips pursed into a straight line, his face as cold as ice.

Outside.

“Well, Isaac, I’m here, so hurry up and get back.”

Violet walked to the villa’s door and gestured for Isaac to go back.

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Isaac made a gesture of making a phone call and then turned to leave.

Violet curled her lips and opened the door of the villa.

“Mrs. Johnson, you’re back.”

Lucy greeted she and whispered, “The young master waited for you for a long time last night, hurry up and coax.”

Louis waited for her for a long time last night?

That must be a rage!

Violet smiled dryly and looked inside.

In the living room, Louis stood at the window with his hands in his pockets, his long figure very upright.

Violet walked up to him, “Mr. Johnson, I’m sorry about last night …”

“Violet! Or, should I call you Helena?”

The man spoke abruptly, and his eyes were full of mocking coldness.

Violet’s word was stuck in her throat, and her face changed again and again.

He really guessed who she was!

Was it time for a showdown with her?

“Mr. Johnson …”

“Why? Why do you have to dress up like this to marry into the Johnson Family, to make it easier for you to hook up on the outside?”

Louis slowly approached Violet, and the hostile aura emanating from his body was like a rakshasa from hell.

Violet swallowed hard and unconsciously stepped back until she was cornered.

“No, Mr. Johnson …”

“Still want to quibble? Violet, is it not you who humiliated me by following my stepmother’s orders and fooling around with men outside?”

Louis was so angry that he slammed his fist into the wall.

The thud was like a smash on the tip of her heart.

Violet’s nerves were on edge.

“Mr. Johnson, I didn’t.”

“No?”

Louis cupped her chin, “Then tell me, who was the man who just sent you back? Violet, you didn’t live here every day during the year I was away. You were with him, right?”

The man’s surroundings were full of hostility, and the force under his hands increased, making Violet’s already dizzy head even more uncomfortable.

“Mr. Johnson, I have nothing to say when my identity is revealed by you, but please don’t slander me. Isaac and I are just ordinary friends, and we have nothing.”

“Heh, Isaac ? What an affectionate name!”

Louis ripped the jacket off her, “Staying out all night, being with him, coming back in the morning in his clothes, and you’re telling me that you’re innocent with him?”

Violet was simply speechless, “Mr. Johnson, I don’t want to explain anything. Believe it or not. Our agreement is up, and if you don’t believe me, we can go through the divorce tomorrow.”