Love after Divorce

Chapter 206

A man's sneering voice came to her ears.

Violet inadvertently glanced at the corner and hastily ducked.

At that moment, Marcus knocked over a drunken man and was taunting him condescendingly.

The man was so drunk that he fell and sat at the base of the wall, climbing twice without getting up.

Someone came out from a room and whispered something to Marcus.

Marcus snorted toward the man on the ground, then looked at the two women who dressed in a sexy

way and came with him into a private room.

Marcus had a bad temper.

Brooklyn Scott?

The name was a bit familiar.

Violet came out of the corner, not wanting to mind other's business, and walked in the direction of the

bathroom.

There was a rustling sound behind her, and Violet subconsciously turned around to see the man who

had just stumbled and rushed in her direction.

Violet was startled and rushed to the side to hide.

Next to a trash can, the man pulled her away, hugged the trash can and vomited furiously.

Violet stumbled and barely managed to hold on to the wall to stand.

The man threw up for a moment, dropped to the floor and looked at Violet with a ragged breath.

Violet wrinkled her brow, looked at his face which was as white as paper. She kindly handed him a

tissue.

"Are you okay?"

Brooklyn took the tissue and struggled to get up from the floor, "I'm sorry. I almost hit you just now."

Violet shook her head, "Drinking hurts your body. You'd better drink less in the future."

Brooklyn's body swayed lightly and laughed bitterly in silence.

Violet finished and intended to leave, but saw Brooklyn cover his chest and fall towards her ...

The lively birthday party was still going on in the private room.

Louis took a sip of wine and looked at the door of the room. His eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

He just kissed her!

He didn't know why he kissed her. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Probably the darkness bred sensuality and he can't help it.

"Louis, where's Helena?"

David came over and inquired.

Probably she was scared off by him!

Was it so terrible that he kissed her?

Louis took a sip of the wine, and his dark eyes were sunken.

He put down his glass and took a big step towards the outside.

"Louis, it's almost time for the birthday cake, so call Helena back."

David's call came from behind him. Louis did not respond and went out the room.

Outside, people were coming and going, and there was no sign of Violet.

As Louis walked, he pulled out his cell phone and dials Violet's number.

At this point, Violet had just called a car to take Brooklyn to the hospital.

She answered Louis' phone.

"Where are you?"

"I'm, I'm in the hospital."

Violet's voice was a little breathless from running so fast.

Louis on the other end of the phone frowned, "Hospital? In which hospital? What's wrong?"

"I'm in the emergency department of the city hospital, that, is ..."

"Wait for me."

Before Violet could finish, Louis hung up the phone.

Violet blinked, inexplicably hearing the anxiety in the man's tone.

Twenty minutes later, Louis' tall figure appeared in the long corridor of the emergency room.

He looked around, searching for Violet.

"Mr. Johnson, this way."

Violet saw him, got up and waved towards him.

Louis strode up to her and looked at her up and down.

"What's wrong with you?"

The man was breathing heavily, like he had run all the way here.

Dark eyes were fixed on her with a hint of anxiety.

He was caring for her.

Violet's heart warmed slightly, "Mr. Johnson, I'm fine."

"You're okay? Why did you come to the hospital if you're okay?" Louis asked, wrinkling his brow.

"Yes ..."

Before Violet could answer, the door to the emergency room opened.

A doctor walked out.

Violet didn't bother to explain and walked towards the doctor.

"Doctor, how is he?"

"Alcohol poisoning. Fortunately you brought him here in time. We have her stomach pumped. He

should be fine."

The doctor informed the situation and then left.

"Who has alcohol poisoning?" Louis inquired.

"He is ..."