Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 395:

Although what Violet said at that twas just in anger, she didn’t regret her words when she was more clear-

headed.

She was a person who would never give up. If they broke up, she wouldn't choose to remain friends or anything

like that. She would prefer to stay out of each other's lives forever.

She felt the sway about Willy.

Violet didn’t have many friends, but she never lacked admirers. She wasn’t that cheap; she simply spent time

with friends as a comfort for her lovesickness. It was better to abandon that idea altogether.

That was good. They pretended they didn’t know each other and had never met before. It was as if she had

never encountered such a person.

Violet remembered that when she first met Willy, she had heard he was a great talent in the medical

department. He was very good-looking, but she had no desire to know him. The local and international female

students around her certainly appreciated him, but she had never seen him.

Later, she met him for the first tat a New Year's party. Many students couldn't go home, so they held a party

with the local students. Each department had to put on one or two performances.

Violet was usually very popular in her department, so all the students suggested she should perform. She

thought it sounded fun and agreed happily. She recalled that at that year’s party, she had been quite ingenious.

She dressed comically, played the piano, and joked around. In the end, she even sang, making her classmates

laugh so hard that sfell over. She was very satisfied and left the stage. However, as she was leaving, she

accidentally stepped on the curtain and nearly fell off the stage.

In that moment, she thought, “Fortunately, it's backstage, so it won't be too embarrassing.”

Just then, a slender and strong arm lifted her.

The man didn’t say anything; she just smiled and said, “Thank you.” However, the boy remarked, “This is the

first tI've seen someone wearing overalls and playing the piano on stage.” His voice was warm and friendly.

She didn’t think much of it and left with a smile.

She didn’t know who he was, but he left a deep impression on her.

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What she didn’t realize was that she had also made a lasting impression on Willy.

At that time, Willy had worn a mask while Violet had been dressed in a princess costume, looking very beautiful.

Later, when she got off the stage and glanced at him, she was momentarily stunned. Unfortunately, she didn’t

get to see his face.

When Violet saw Willy for the second time, she didn’t recognize him. Of course, Willy recognized her, but he

didn’t want to mention it at that moment. Otherwise, knowing Violet's character, she would certainly think he

was seeking credit.

Violet disliked people who boasted about doing something for girls or making contributions to society. Willy was

calm and restrained, traits she deeply appreciated.

If it hadn't been for what happened later, she would have been willing to spend the rest of her life with him.

It was unfortunate that he had intentionally made her fall in love with him, only to treat her ruthlessly afterward.

Sleep, sleep; there’s no need to dwell on the past anymore.

Early the next morning, Stella woke up. Remembering RK'’s instructions from the night before, she decided not to

get up. She went to the bathroom and then returned to bed. This time, she was awakened by the ringing of her

mobile phone.

She picked up the phone groggily. Only when she heard RK’s voice did she completely cto her senses.

“Stella, why didn’t you get up when | told you to wait for me? Open the door. I'm outside your house.”

“Oh.” Stella got out of bed and opened the door for him.

“You didn’t get up, did you? Go get changed and wash up quickly.” RK looked at her disheveled appearance with

a hint of disdain.

Stella didn’t think it was a big deal. Anyway, there was no need to care too much about her appearance in front

of RK. She slowly turned around to change her clothes.

By the tshe was done, RK had already set breakfast on the table. Stella obediently walked over to eat before

following him downstairs.

RK drove to the hospital in the north of the city. It was obvious that there were fewer people that day compared

to the day before. The two of them didn’t have to wait long before Stella received the IV drip.

As Stella received the IV, she felt drowsy, her head bobbing. RK was speechless as he assisted her. Damn, she

had just woken up less than two hours ago, and now she was falling asleep again. She must be a goddess of

sleep.

Even while complaining, RK gently covered Stella with a blanket. Then, he adjusted her sleeping position and

watched the IV fluid drip down, drop by drop.

He had to admit that Stella was a strong girl with good character. She wasn’t overly tic nor as materialistic

as many other girls. She didn’t dress flamboyantly like others either.

She was independent and could live a good life without her family’s support. Unfortunately, she had met him. If

it weren't for him, she might have been leading a fulfilling life now.

To be honest, without him, she would probably be like an ordinary girl. She should also have a happy family now,

with a gentle husband and a beautiful life. Unfortunately, his interference had ruined her plans.

He had many feelings for her; he liked her, felt guilty, and felt responsible for her. She was the person he felt he

owed the most in his life, and he also liked her the most. From the beginning to the end, he had approached her

with a sincere heart. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to understand that.

Perhaps he hadn't expressed himself completely. He should be honest with her.