Love Starts After We Break Up
Chapter 142

Hospital.

"Doctor, how is she?"

"Acute gastroenteritis. She's fine now. And she can only eat lighter food in the next two days."

"Thank you."

David sent the doctor out and let out a long breath.

Sweeping his eyes to the man on the side, David said, "Louis, it's okay. Just a false alarm."

Louis glanced at him and turned toward the ward.

"You had dinner together at night. Why are you fine and she has acute gastroenteritis?"

David laughed, "Louis, are you blaming me? I think she ate too much crab. It's Issac's fault! After all, he was the one who prepared the loving dinner with his own hands."

Louis instantly became sullen and glared coldly at David.

David made a fake smile, not daring to make a move.

But in his heart, he was sarcastic about it.

Louis still said he didn't like Violet.

The moment he heard she had a stomachache, he ran faster than anyone else to come to her rescue!

When the two of them entered the ward, Violet was already awake.

"Helena, how is it? Does your stomach still hurt?"

David went to the bedside and asked with concern.

Violet moved her body and tried to sit up. David went to help her.

But his hand was stopped when he felt a cold draught around his neck.

When he turned his head to the side, he met Louis's cool dark eyes.

David dared not speak.

Louis, even if they had divorced, still treated his ex-wife as his own property!

And he won't let anyone else get close to her!

"David, thank you for taking me to the hospital."

Violet sat up and barely smiled at David.

She was on the verge of passing out from the pain.

Fortunately, David arrived in time.

"Don't thank me. I'm just a handyman. It was Louis who carried you into the hospital."

David pointed to Louis and smiled meaningfully.

Violet looked at Louis, and the scene of him picking her up came to her mind.

His warm and broad chest, strong arms... all made her feel reassuring.

Violet suppressed her inner stirring and smiled gratefully towards Louis.

"Mr. Johnson, thank you."

Louis' dark eyes fixed on her, "Did crabs taste good? You deserve to be in the hospital!"

"Bro, if you talk like that, you deserve to fail to catch her!" said David in his heart.

"Ahem, Helena, I still have some unfinished business. I gotta go first."

He won't stay here to be the third wheel.

"Okay, David. Thank you again."

Violet said in a hurry.

"It's okay. Louis, I'll leave you to it."

David waved his hand, looked at Louis, and then left with stride.

The ward was quiet now.

Violet looked at the expressionless man and just felt uncomfortable.

"Mr. Johnson, if you have something to do, you can leave too. I'm fine alone."

Louis glanced at her, "You ask me to leave so you can call your old flame Isaac to take care of you?"

Louis can't be too imaginative!

"Mr. Johnson, I didn't think of it that way. I was just afraid of delaying your work."

"It's late. I'm a human being, not a machine. I don't need to work." Louis said in a cold voice.

Violet choked, "Then you have to rest! I'm neither your relative nor friend. So I'm not comfortable with you being here to take care of me."

She said she was neither his relative nor friend!

Louis leaned over slightly and propped his hands on the sides of the bed, looking directly at Violet.

"Violet, anyhow, you're still my ex-wife. When I see something happen to you, I won't just turn a blind eye."