Love after Divorce

Chapter 114

Louis didn't say a word, just felt a little bit strange.

Maybe Grandma was right.

"Well, they're busy in the kitchen. Do you want to go join and have fun?"

Maria spoke up.

Louis raised his eyebrows, "Grandma, you're letting me cook?"

Since he was a child, his grandmother never let him be in the kitchen.

"Why? Your son is helping out. As a father, why don't you do the same? How interesting!"

Maria laughed and scolded, "Louis, grandma will not be wrong. Violet deserves to be pursued again."

Let him pursue Violet again?

Louis' eyes moved and he walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a servant was washing vegetables while Violet and Luka were squatting on the floor

peeling garlic.

"Luka, you're great. You can even peel the garlic, but there will be smell of garlic on your hands later."

"I'm not afraid."

"Are you really not afraid? Smell it, does it stink?"

"Violet's hands smell good."

"Ha! I didn't expect you're so sweet!"

"......"

The two were talking. Louis looked at their smiling faces, and felt tenderhearted.

At this time, the servant spotted Louis' figure and hastily called out, "Mr. Johnson is back."

"Hmm."

Louis nodded, and with a slight hesitation, walked over to Violet's side and squatted down.

His long fingers took a garlic and prepared to peel it.

Violet was almost thunderstruck.

She looked at his face with a stunned expression, and hastily pressed down his hand.

"Mr. Johnson, what are you doing?"

Was he mad?

What was he doing in the kitchen?

"Can't you see? I'm helping you."

Louis raised his eyebrows and looked straight at Violet.

The two were close to each other, and their eyes reflected each other.

Violet's heartbeat was racing for no reason. She grabbed the garlic and hurriedly got up.

"No, that's enough."

Louis slowly stood up, and his eyes swept over her slightly red ears. The corners of his mouth hooked

up.

She seemed to blush easily.

Was it because of his proximity?

"Luka, it's okay. I'll carry you to wash your hands."

Violet put the garlic in Luka's hand away, and then prepared to carry him to wash his hands.

"I'll do it."

Louis spoke up and picked up Luka.

Violet also did not force, "You help Luka wash his hands and then take him out. I want to start cooking.

The cooking fumes are bad for his health."

Louis glanced at her, and inexplicably had the illusion of being ordered around by his wife.

He helped Luka wash his hands, and carried him out of the kitchen.

Violet took out a frying pan and let out a long breath when she saw they leave the kitchen.

When she finished cooking, she was about to get a plate but someone handed her one in time.

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Violet thought it was a servant, but didn't want it to be Louis.

At once, the word of “thanks” stuck in her throat.

"Mr. Johnson, why are you still here?"

Was he very free today?

And he even had time to watch her cook in the kitchen.

"Grandma asked me to come over and help you."

Louis used Maria as an excuse.

Violet was speechless.

What could he, a big president, do to help her?

Louis didn't know either why he came in again.