Love after Divorce novel Chapter 446

"Where's the phone? Bring it!"

Violet gave him a look and pulled out her phone anyway.

Louis took the phone, asked for her boot code, then opened it and put his number out of the blacklist.

"Okay."

Satisfied, Louis hands the phone back to Violet.

Violet put the phone away and continued on.

Once again, the man's low voice came from behind him.

"Violet, trust me for once! A relationship that is not predicated on marriage is a hooliganism. Don't worry, I'm a decent guy and will never be a hooligan in a proper way."

In a few words, but one can hear a sincerity.

Violet footsteps, looking at the church in front of her, the heart of that defense is slowly disintegrating.

Is she going to trust him for once?

Even if it is for the sake of the child in the belly.

When autumn arrives, you can see the mountains not far away filled with fiery red maple leaves.

Clusters and clusters of red like fire, very enthusiastic.

Well, examine him for a while longer.

When the time comes, she'll talk to him!

"Where's Zack and his mother? I need to see them with my own eyes to believe what you're saying."

Violet pinned her wind-blown short hair behind her ear and changed the subject.

Louis raised an eyebrow and looked at the look on her face, the corner of his mouth hooked.

I can see that someone is slowly letting go of their preconceptions about themselves, right?

This is not considered a big step forward.

"Go, they should be inside."

Men, can you not always write your desire on your face?

She had just gotten a little bit of a crush on him, so could she not ruin his impression in her heart?

Didn't want to pick up on him.

Anyway, she almost believed what he said in her heart, and it didn't matter if she could see Zack's mother and son.

It is better to go back early.

She was walking too fast and coldly bumped into someone walking on her way.

The woman let out an ouch and was knocked to the ground.

Violet looked apologetic and hurriedly leaned over to pull her.

"I'm sorry, are you okay."

The visitor, a middle-aged woman, looked up at Violet with wrinkled brows and said angrily, "You walk."

The words were only the beginning, and the middle-aged woman looked at Violet steadily, with a flash of horror in her eyes.