Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 344:

Stella didn’t argue with Violet. She simply snorted and walked away.

“Time will slowly heal everything!”

After a long pause, that sentence slipped out of Violet’s mouth.

“It’s been so many years, but you still haven’t forgotten about him. Can you really wait for time to heal your wounds for the rest of your life? Are you going to let Willy entangle you forever?” Stella asked exasperatedly.

Violet didn’t answer.

“Let him rely on you.” Stella snorted.

“Rely on who?” Adrian interrupted from the side, as if to remind them that he was there.

“When I said let him rely on you, I meant your husband is going to rely on you.”

“Don’t blame me, okay? I’m so handsome and smart. Of course, my wife won’t be willing to let him go.” Adrian opened his eyes and bragged, which made Stella feel as if RK was standing right in front of them.

The next day, Violet went to the new magazine company to register. It was said that her immediate supervisor was a very strict and stern old man. Even Violet herself felt that her career might not be too smooth.

Violet worked hard for a time. Perhaps because of her high standards, she caught the attention of the old supervisor. One

call me

Albert, Violet’s immediate supervisor, was considered one of the leading figures in the

was extremely enthusiastic and sincere about work, never talking nonsense with others and being

captivating tales on

he would not praise you… However, if you didn’t do well, he would certainly poke you in the head

a good job, but she hadn’t received any praise from Mr. Albert,

a

Logically speaking, RK should have already passed the age of being a “new star.” He was now a well-known CEO in his 30s. How could Mr. Albert still refer to

to say that RK was

is like in the eyes of a vast group of women, especially those who pursue fashion?” Mr. Albert asked with a

“What?”

placing a piece of chicken leg right in front of your

felt a bit embarrassed. That incident was mainly due to a gathering of colleagues at the company half a month ago, where she had almost devoured an entire plate of chicken legs on

had stuck out his fork. No matter how much they could eat, they didn’t dare to touch it. They all sat

that moment and snatch the chicken leg away in an instant! All the colleagues looked at her hand in surprise, even Mr.

foodie spread widely in the magazine, and Mr. Albert began to

still remember that little

Albert turned

me to