Chapter 395
Love After Divorce by BELLA
Chapter 395:
Although what Violet said at that time was just in anger, she didnât regret her words when she was more clear-headed.
She was a person who would never give up. If they broke up, she wouldnât choose to remain friends or anything like that. She would prefer to stay out of each otherâs lives forever.
She felt the same way about Willy.
Violet didnât have many friends, but she never lacked admirers. She wasnât 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 didnât 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 time at a New Yearâs party. Many students couldnât 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 yearâs 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 some fell 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, âFortunately, itâs backstage, so it wonât be too embarrassing.â
Just then, a slender and strong arm lifted her.
The man didnât say anything; she just smiled and said, âThank you.â However, the boy remarked, âThis is the first time Iâve seen someone wearing overalls and playing the piano on stage.â His voice was warm and friendly. She didnât think much of it and left with a smile.
She didnât know who he was, but he left a deep impression on her.
g Ɐ ln Ï Î½í® âs.com, home to the best fiction What she didnât 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 didnât get to see his face.
When Violet saw Willy for the second time, she didnât recognize him. Of course, Willy recognized her, but he didnât want to mention it at that moment. Otherwise, knowing Violetâs 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 hadnât 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; thereâs no need to dwell on the past anymore.
Early the next morning, Stella woke up. Remembering RKâs 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 RKâs voice did she completely come to her senses.
âStella, why didnât you get up when I told you to wait for me? Open the door. Iâm outside your house.â
âOh.â Stella got out of bed and opened the door for him.
âYou didnât get up, did you? Go get changed and wash up quickly.â RK looked at her disheveled appearance with a hint of disdain.
Stella didnât 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 time she 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 didnât 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 wasnât overly dramatic nor as materialistic as many other girls. She didnât dress flamboyantly like others either.
She was independent and could live a good life without her familyâs support. Unfortunately, she had met him. If it werenât 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 didnât seem to understand that.
Perhaps he hadnât expressed himself completely. He should be honest with her.
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