The Wife In Disguise

Violet shook her head and picked up the phone.

“Rosalie.”

“Make a trip back to Balridge Manor tomorrow to get ready for the dinner.”

Rosalie’s hard voice came over the phone.

She was asked to return home tomorrow and prepare for the dinner.

And the dinner, which was held at the Palace Hotel, was a succession ceremony for Louis.

It was a grand occasion.

Violet hung up the phone and looked at it thoughtfully.

Her identity had now been revealed by Louis.

So will she go tomorrow night in ugly makeup or will she go as she was?

Night came.

Violet thought about it and went back to Lyonhall Villa with her ugly makeup on.

After all, she was still the ugly daughter-in-law at the Johnson Family.

She had to ask Louis for his opinion.

See if he wanted her to meet the Johnsons in her original form or not.

Of course, she prefered to keep wearing ugly makeup until the divorce.

The villa was still elegant and quiet.

After Violet entered and greeted Lucy, she saw Louis sitting in a corner of the living room couch at work.

The upright posture in the light was the usual reserved and cold.

He seemed to enjoy working in the living room?

Violet twitched her lips, “Mr. Johnson, I’m back.”

Louis didn’t look up, but burst out a few words, “Go get food.”

Violet: “…”

Why did she think Louis was sitting in the living room at work every night just waiting for her to come back and get him food?

“Okay.”

Violet curled her lips and walked quickly into the kitchen.

Louis on the sofa raised his eyes and watched the woman’s back.

It was still the same dirt-cheap outfit.

But the back was endlessly beautiful.

Louis withdrew his eyes, no emotion visible on his face.

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The aroma of food hit him.

Louis’ throat rolled slightly as he got up and went to the dining room.

Instead of noodles in soup, a few home-cooked stir-fries were placed on the table.

Louis glanced at her and gracefully took his seat.

“Mr. Johnson, I’m afraid you’re tired of eating noodles every day, so I’ve changed a few stir-fries for you to try.”

Violet explained and sat down across from him.

Louis didn’t say a word and ate gracefully.

The man’s eating face was unmistakable. Violet looked at him steadily, and her own daughter’s little face flashed in her mind.

Could her real father, really be Louis?

The line of sight fell on his hair …

“Do I look good when I eat?”

Louis spoke slowly.

Violet returned to her senses, dryly smiled, and straightened her hair around her ears, changing the subject.

“That, Mr. Johnson, thank you! Sasha is unbelievable. How can she blame me for Cooper going to jail? She’s got a bit too much imagination.”

It was clearly Louis who removed the black sheep from the company, so why did everyone blame that to her?

Louis raised his eyes and glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curled up in mockery, “In your eyes, am I a wimp? Someone who would let Cooper bully my people and ignore them?”

His people!?

So, what he was saying was that Cooper was sent to prison because of her?

Violet’s heart inexplicably crossed ripples.

She tried, “So, what you’re saying is that Cooper will be sent to prison by you really because of me?”

At that moment, Louis put down his chopsticks and took a paper towel to wipe the corner of his mouth.

“Violet, you are so full of yourself. Cooper will be sent to jail by me because he broke the law. As for the fact that he bullied you, even if the cats and dogs in my house are bullied, I would still get it back for them.”

Violet: “…”

So, in his eyes, she was no different from those cats and dogs.

Shouldn’t have made him good food!

Violet rolled her eyes hard in her heart and saw Louis finish eating and get ready to get up with a flash of her eyes.

“Wait a minute.”