Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 387:

For her and Stella, it was perhaps true that Stella was the gentler and quieter one. Violet was definitely more

extroverted and outspoken. She had never complained about it, but secretly, she envied her friend.

There was always a hint of jealousy in her heart as she wondered why she had such a personality.

The other party had already walked over and stood in front of her. A slight, frivolous smile was on Carson's face.

From his perspective, Violet seemed to be behaving normally as she approached him.

However, her scolding stunned him on the spot. Her voice was not low at all, and she said in a stern tone, “You

dared to flirt with Stella.

Who do you think you are?” It was evident that Violet's words and behavior were somewhat excessive. He didn’t

react at first; in fact, he didn’t have tto react at all.

Storms always cso abruptly.

Finally, Carson regained his senses and began to fight back. “What are you doing? What are you talking about?”

Carson's face was filled with anger. It was clear that he had not gotten used to her character; otherwise, she

wouldn't have said such a thing.

Usually, she behaved more like a boy, but in Carson's heart, she was certainly a girl.

“Weren't you just teasing Stella? Do you realize you are courting death by doing this?” Violet had always been

like this. She wasn’t rigid, but she could be very unreasonable.

After saying that, she seemed a little unsatisfied and added a nicknshe had just thought of: “Old lecher.”

With that nickname, many customers turned their gazes toward Carson. Slooked on with doubt, but most

were filled with disdain.

Twill clear up all disputes, but that would only happen in the future; it wasn’t something that could be

resolved on the spot.

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Carson's face turned a little pale. Even he couldn’t stand being called such a poor nicknin public. He

couldn't help feeling angry. Glancing at Violet, Carson secretly thought to himself, “It's so hard not to fight with a

woman.” Hence, he said nothing. Violet noticed this.

In this way, he becmore touched by the scene. Therefore, before Carson could say anything, he simply shut

his mouth.

Once again, she called him a pervert and a lecher.

Carson was indeed considering the situation and was too lazy to care about it too much. He merely replied, “Girl,

you must be drunk.” Carson raised his head and looked at Violet, and for sreason, a wave of sadness filled

his heart.

If a man cried, it was often because he had encountered something that made him very sad; otherwise, he

wouldn't cry easily. That was one of his favorite sayings.

Violet looked at the man in front of her and scolded again, “You flirted with Stella? Do you know what this

means?” A ripple of emotion stirred in Violet's heart.

Still, it seemed she was not satisfied. For the first time, Violet wanted to hit that guy. The feeling she had never

experienced before was so strong that she even wanted to act on it.

Thinking of this made her increasingly anxious, and even Stella couldn't stand it. As for Carson, his mood shifted.

A dark cloud seemed to loom above his head, making it clear that a storm was coming. It was evident that he

was very angry.

Stella hurriedly stopped Violet and explained something to Carson in a low voice, hoping to gain his

understanding.

Upon hearing that, Carson could only sigh and let Stella take Violet away. He decided to leave on his own, also

for her sake. Violet finally regained her composure. At this point, she was already in Stella's office.

That was the safest place Stella could think of. “Stella, did | go overboard just now?” Like a child who had done

something wrong, Violet looked down at her toes, feeling uneasy.

Her relationship with Carson had always been quite good, and she was a bit scared that they would become

estranged because of this incident.

Later on, Violet reflected that Carson had nothing to do with her, so why did it matter whom he liked? Perhaps

they were just joking.

After saying goodbye to Stella, Violet declined her friend's offer to drive her hand chose to walk instead,

thinking she needed stto calm down.

The clouds in the sky shifted from white to yellow, and with a bang, a flash of lightning illuminated the distance,

brightening the clouds. Although the clouds glowed, the bolt of lightning also lit up the sky and the earth.

Was there a car passing by? It was difficult to hear the birds singing along the roadside.

In such a big city, one could say it was a kind of sorrow. People replaced birds, each struggling in their cage.

In the distance was her home, and a sense of relief finally appeared on Violet's face. No matter what, it was her

only hnow.

Ignoring the shoes on her feet, Violet ran home. It was evident that there was an unspeakable longing after

being away for so long.

Her hwas no different from before she left, but she found a note she hadn't noticed before.

It read: “Your house is a little messy. | helped you tidy up. You should be more careful next time. Don’t worry

about so many things; | won't help you clean up next time. | don’t understand why a girl like you has so much

rubbish. You don't like a clean environment.”

The signature below was... Carson.