Love Starts After We Break Up
Chapter 552

"Don't mention it."

Violet smiled and didn't take it to heart.

"Let's go back."

Louis took over Violet and spoke.

Violet hmmmed and looked to Amy, "Amy, where do you live? Let's get you home."

"Don't bother, I'll just take a taxi."

Amy refused in a hurry.

"It's okay, it's pretty hard to get a cab here at this time of day."

Violet looked around and didn't see any cabs.

"Helena, you go back with Mr. Johnson, I'll just drop Miss Williamson off."

Brooklyn spoke up.

Violet gave him a look and nodded, "That's fine."

When Louis and Violet got in the car and left, Brooklyn walked to his car and pulled the door open.

"Miss Williamson, get in the car."

"Thanks."

Amy hesitated and finally got in the passenger seat.

There are really more good people in this world.

Not all rich people are like Brandon.

Brooklyn fastened his seat belt, saw Amy sitting in the chair some nervous look, hooked the corner of his lips, leaned over. Amy was wandering, suddenly felt the man's breath close, suddenly sucked in a breath, subconsciously touched the knife. Brooklyn catches her hand in his eyes and cries.

"Miss Williamson, relax, I'm just buckling your seat belt for you, no offense."

This girl's defense weapon is a bit unusual ah.

Amy was a little embarrassed, "Sorry, uh, thanks too."

It turned out that he was wearing the seat belt for himself.

Brooklyn gave her an interested look, then started the car.

On the way, neither of them spoke.

Just halfway to the car, the car suddenly issued a gurgling sound.

Amy froze and lowered her eyes to the small of her back, and was embarrassed to the core.

It was her stomach growling.

She hasn't eaten dinner yet!

Brooklyn side eye, looking at the woman red face a look of uncomfortable, the corners of the mouth smile arc more.

After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and called his assistant.

Ask him to send some food to Amy's place.

Amy looked at Brooklyn and her heart felt like it had been lightly caressed by a feather, gently and softly, with a ripple. This man is so gentle and considerate.

"Mr. Scott, thank you for ordering for me, how much does that meal cost? I'll transfer you."

Amy pulled out her cell phone and asked.

Brooklyn gave her a look, "It's just a little thing, don't take it to heart."

"Yes." Amy insisted.

Brooklyn was silent and asked, "You studied medicine, didn't you?"

"Right."

"Then if you really want to thank me, why don't you take the time to help my mother, who often has pains here and there." Amy froze and nodded, "Yes, as long as Mr. Scott you don't mind my level, I will definitely help my aunt look at it."

"I don't mind, I believe you have the level, or you wouldn't have cured Mr. Bergen."

"Mr. Scott, you make fun of me."

"No."

In the other car, Louis had one hand on the steering wheel and one hand holding Violet's hand and playing with it. Violet looked out the window at the flashing street scene, still thinking about THE Bergen family.

"Honey, how do you think David Uncle Arthur gave birth to such a son? The two have nothing like each other."