The Wife In Disguise

Violet’s hands paused, and her eyes flashed with surprise.

It was her daughter back!

“Erin.”

Violet opened her arms and embraced the little person who rushed towards her with her short legs.

The smell of milk came over. Violet kissed on the little one’s face.

Erin smiled cheekily, held Violet’s neck and kissed her too.

“You haven’t seen each other for a week. Don’t be so mushy.”

Josie walked in and tidied her wavy hair around her ears.

Her bright and beautiful face was written with dislike.

Violet let go of the little one and smiled brightly towards Josie, “It’s been hard, Josie. Didn’t you say you’ll be back the day after tomorrow? Why in advance?”

This was her best friend Josie.

It could also be described as her benefactor.

Josie’s family was relatively wealthy and her father liked to do charity work.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

And she became a poor student with her cousin during her senior year of high school because her aunt died.

By chance, she received a grant from Josie’s father.

Josie was two years older than her and was a beautiful and very individual woman.

Probably because she had a pleasant face, the two who had met a few times were extraordinarily close.

Josie was not snobbish and did not dislike her lowly status, and the two eventually became good friends who could talk everything to each other.

“It’s Erin. Because you’re not allowed to have a video call with her at night, she’s angry and wants to come back.”

Josie pinched the little one’s pink cheeks and grumbled.

The little one grinned and leaned delicately on Violet’s side. Her little head rubbed against it.

Josie snorted coldly and deliberately asked, “Erin, tell me, do you love Josie mommy or Angel mommy?”

“Erin both love ah.”

The little one hugged Violet’s thigh and said in an naive voice.

“Only one choice is allowed!”

“Josie mommy is so fierce and mean.”

“So, you love your Angel mommy more? You have no conscience. It is me who take care of you every day.”

Watching the interaction between a small and a large people, Violet’s heart was soft and happy.

Josie was a very nice friend. It was just a pity that she didn’t meet a good man.

Four years ago she married a director who was ten years older than her, but divorced in a flash.

This was once a hot news of the upper class in Crotosi City.

After that, she vowed not to get married again.

If she had the chance, she would adopt a child and live out her life in retirement.

So, after she knew Violet was pregnant, she let Violet have the baby secretly and left Erin to her.

That was how she raised Erin as if Erin was her own daughter for the past four years.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

Violet curled her lips and picked up the little one.

The upstairs was where Josie lived.

Josie bought the stores on the first and second floors as well as the residence on the third floor a long time ago.

So, the real owner of the bakery and styling studio was Josie.

And she and Evie were sort of her staff.

The three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment was decorated in a cozy way.

Violet played with her daughter for a while, and the little one yawned.

After helping her daughter take a bath and putting her to bed, Violet kissed her fragrant little face and exited the room.

Outside the door, Josie had just finished her shower and was toweling off her wet curls.

“Erin’s asleep?”

“Hmm.”

Violet walked to the living room to pour herself a cup of water.

“Violet, you and Louis do not divorce yet?”

Violet shook her head with a look of helplessness.

“What a pain in the ass! So won’t you be going back to the Johnson’s villa again soon?”

She didn’t want to go back tonight!

She had to stay home with her daughter!

Violet was silent, “Not going back. I’ll send him a message later.”

Josie looked her up and down and smiled delicately towards her, “Hey, tell me. What’s your impression of him?”

That was a profound statement.

Violet swallowed a mouthful of water and scolded with a laugh, “You’re horny. Can you stop asking such a boring question? It’s embarrassing, okay?”

Her impression of Louis was that he was similar to the man she spent the night with four years ago.