Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 470

Inexplicably, the heart crossed with excitement and nervousness.

It's more stressful than talking to someone about a big order of hundreds of millions of dollars.

The car stopped in the hospital parking lot.

Getting out of the car, Louis took Violet to the elevator.

Violet watched the elevator stop on the fourth floor, and the suspicion in her eyes increased.

On the fourth floor is the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology.

Why did he bring her here?

What surprised her even more was that a long line of medical staff greeted Louis when she saw him

appear.

"Mr. Johnson, you're here."

"Well, take her in for a checkup."

Louis sent Violet toward the pile of medical staff who, with respectful faces, flanked her and headed for

the department.

Violet was dumbfounded the whole time.

"No, I'm not sick, I don't need to be checked!"

What is Louis doing?

Why did you bring her to the OB/GYN?

And it was made so grand.

It's like she's going to have a baby!

Half an hour later, the chief obstetrician and gynecologist came out from inside.

"Mr. Johnson, Miss Elliott is pregnant. Other than that, everything is physically normal."

She's really pregnant!

It's true!

Louis looked at Violet coming out of the section with a deeper, darker glow in his eyes.

Violet's face is very red, and I don't know if it's shy or annoyed.

These doctors did a series of tests despite her objections.

Finally came up with a result she already knew.

She is pregnant.

She's pregnant, she's pregnant, but why are these people reporting to Louis?

Did Louis bring her here for a test to make sure she was pregnant or not?

What does it matter to him if she is pregnant or not?

What is he so excited about?

No, where did he know about his pregnancy?

Violet was lost in thought when she caught Louis' burning gaze, she steadied herself and said, "Mr.

Johnson, you brought me here for a test, do you know I'm pregnant?"

Whatever his purpose, that's the truth anyway.

I think he should be even more disappointed in himself and want to distance himself.

"You're pregnant with this baby."

Louis hesitated slightly, wondering if he should tell Violet the truth.

"Yes, I'm pregnant, Mr. Johnson, and I'll be marrying the father of my child soon."

Violet looked at Louis' deep eyes, thought of the thoughts she had about herself before, and said this

with a ruthless heart.

If she had married another man, he would have been completely dead to her, right?

Louis' breath hitched slightly and he stared at Violet with burning eyes, "What did you say? Say that

again?"

"I said, I will marry the father of my child soon."

Violet's brushed up against the small of her back and repeated it again.

"Have you really decided to marry the father of your child? Do you swear that you will never regret it?"

Louis steps up to the plate.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson, may I go now?"

I don't know why, but Violet feels a little weird about Louis now.

She was a little scared.

Afraid he'd escort her to an abortion.

"Violet, actually, I am Hendrix, Hendrix is me."

Louis put a deeper tone, a pull to go Violet, suddenly burst out a sentence.

Violet's footsteps were halted and her head snapped sideways to look at him, her eyes full of disbelief.

"What did you say? You're Hendrix?"

"Yes, I am Hendrix."

Louis pulled out his other phone and tapped his chat interface with her.

Violet looked fixedly at the phone interface, only to feel ridiculous to the extreme. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Louis is Hendrix?

Hendrix is Louis?

Some people, do they find this particularly fun?