The Wife In Disguise

In the kitchen, Violet, who was in a good mood, opened the refrigerator, searched for ingredients and decided to make noodles for herself and Louis.

While waiting for the water to boil, she began to prepare small dishes to go with the noodles.

Only when she saw the man sitting on the sofa who was holding her two cell phones at this moment, she was astonished and her heart was like jumping out of her chest.

Louis rummaged her bag!

What was he up to!

Violet ran out in a gust of wind.

“Mr. Johnson, you … Ugh!”

Violet ran too fast and was careless.

By the time she reacted, she had already pounced Louis onto the couch.

By coincidence, she red lips covered his.

There was sudden silence.

Violet’s eyes widened as she looked at the handsome face of the man, and her thoughts stalled for a moment.

Louis only felt that the woman pressed against him and her red lips were extra fragrant and soft.

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His large palm subconsciously clasped her small waist.

The size and the memory of that night overlapped …

A pleasant bell rang abruptly, breaking the silence of the room.

Violet was back to her senses and scrambled to get up off of him.

“I’m sorry.”

Violet pushed her black-rimmed glasses and squatted down to pick up the bag on the floor. A slight blush appeared on her face.

Louis slowly sat up straight. His dark eyes were deep.

He calmed himself down with a plausible smile, “Violet, I helped you and your bosom friend. You don’t have to be so eager, right? Do you want me to feel whether your body is better?”

Violet: “…”

He was full of shit!

She had no such idea!

Violet quickly put the two phones in her bag.

“Mr. Johnson, although I appreciate your help, but can you please respect my privacy? How can you rummage my bag without my consent?”

“You are my wife. In front of your husband, shouldn’t you be honest? Or do you have a secret you are hiding from me?”

The man’s eyes were deep, like a deep pool, sinking terribly.

Violet’s scalp tingled and she laughed dryly, “You think too much! Everyone has privacy, don’t they? What’s more, we’re only married by agreement, and we’re the kind that’s getting divorced.”

“So, you think you can be lawless? Violet, we haven’t even done the paperwork yet!”

The man’s breath went cold.

Violet smiled, “That, the water in the kitchen is boiling. I’ll go make you something to eat.”

The woman quickly went into the kitchen. Louis dark eyes narrowed slightly.

The phone calls showed the ID of “baby”.

Such an intimate term.

Whom did she call baby?

This ugly wife seemed to be hiding more than one secret!

In the kitchen, Violet looked over the caller ID.

One was a video call request from her daughter, using her cell phone.

The other was a call from her bosom friend.

She hurriedly sent a message to her bosom friend, telling her that it was not very convenient to answer the phone right now and to let her and her daughter wait for a while.

She was so busy today that she forget to tell her friend about her returning to the villa.

When the two bowls of noodles were ready, Violet brought them to the table.

“Mr. Johnson, it’s ready to eat.”

Louis glanced at her, smelled the aroma of food in the air, got up and walked to the dining room.

Violet took a bowl of noodles to him and handed him chopsticks in a good manner.

Louis lowered his eyes, looked at the fragrant onions floating on the soup.

“Violet, just one bowl of noodles? Your gratitude is so sincere.”

“Mr. Johnson, don’t eat too much at night. You’re prone to get all kinds of stomach problems.”

Violet smiled slightly,”Try it, you’ll like it. I guarantee.”

Although it was just a bowl of noodles, the base soup she used was a soup she carefully cooked before, and it tasted absolutely delicious.

Louis glanced at her and ate.

The noodles were chewy and tasted really good.