Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 902

She had to go back and report to Mr. Johnson and Dr. King about today's events.

As I was thinking about it, the figure suddenly flashed in front of me.

Mr. Foster and the worker had returned and were watching her intently.

Amy drew a backward breath, "Mr. Foster."

"Amy, why haven't you left yet?"

"I, I left something here, so I came back to get it, then you are busy, I will go first."

Amy, in her haste, said something and walked away quickly. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Mr. Foster's eyes flashed a dark aura and gave the worker a wink.

The worker nodded, striding up behind Amy and giving her a direct hand slash.

Amy only felt a cold wind blowing behind her, and before she could react, her eyes went black and she

was plunged into darkness.

The King Family Old House.

Louis served his wife peacefully all day, and in the evening he went to pick up the two children himself,

with a satisfied face.

The two children gathered around Violet's bed, looking at their little brother, who had just been carried

to the big bed by Violet, and chattering about their childhood.

The house was peaceful and cozy.

Louis' eyebrows were full of softness, and looking at the time, he went downstairs to get food for Violet.

Soon, the servants helped him to bring up all the food.

"You two go down and play, don't get in the way of your mommy's dinner."

Louis said to the two children.

Erin cocked her head, "Daddy, why can't Mommy eat with us?"

Louis laid out the food one by one.

"Because Mommy can't eat a lot of food right now, and I'm afraid she'll go down to eat with you guys

and cry from the food on the table."

Violet: "......"

How could she have so little self-control?

It was obviously someone who had to take care of her so diligently, okay?

"Louis, try denigrating me in front of the kids again?"

Violet feigned anger, Louis hooked his lips and smiled lightly, walked to the bed and picked her up.

"Don't dare, wife, it's time for dinner."

Violet's face heated up, "I can walk on my own, why do I need you to hug me?"

"I'm afraid I'll tire you out."

"Am I that delicate?"

"Well, in my eyes, you are just delicate, I am afraid to melt in my mouth."

Violet: "......"

She felt that someone's love talk was getting slicker and slicker.

I don't know where it seems to come from.

The two children were taken down by the servants, and Violet looked at the few light dishes on the

table with little appetite.

When her eyes fell on the greasy pork feet soup again, her eyebrows were even more wrinkled.

"Is it the pig's feet soup again?"

She usually hates the smell of pig's feet.

It always smells like pork.

And now, in order to breastfeed, she drinks this soup every other day and is really close to vomiting.

"Are you tired of drinking? Honey, it's really hard for you, I'll cook something else for you to drink

starting tomorrow."

Louis served a bowl of soup and handed it to Violet with a pained look on his face.

Violet shook her head, picked up her soup and blew on it.

"It's okay, I have to drink for my son."

She would drink enough milk for her son, even if she didn't like it.

Louis sat aside, his brow full of soft light.

At that moment, the child in the bed woke up with a grunt.

Louis got up in a hurry to hug him.

The little one's little red mouth was crooked and crooked, wanting to drink milk again.

Louis patted his little buttocks and said, "Brat, you have to eat when you wake up, you're tormenting

your mommy. Remember, you are drinking your mommy's blood, if you don't obey your mommy in the

future, daddy will beat you up."