Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 393:

A group of crazy fangirls—that’s what Violet thought with disdain.

Violet was about to take out her mobile phone and play a game with her head down when she was shocked by their next words. “He is called… Willy Smith. What a unique name. How about it? Isn’t it nice?”

Willy Smith… How could this be…?

Violet tilted her head to look at Stella, who was already sleeping soundly while receiving an IV drip. Fortunately, Stella didn’t hear what they said. If Stella had heard it, she might have pulled out the needle and rushed to confront Willy.

Although most of the time Stella was much calmer than Violet, when the situation called for it, she could be more violent than the latter. Despite not being particularly skilled in fighting, she often played an important role in critical moments.

RK, who later found out, also agreed with Violet’s thoughts. After all, the blow to Dylan’s head was not for nothing.

Violet could only silently put her hat on her head and pretend to look down at her mobile phone, hoping not to see Willy.

After a while, Stella finally woke up. She looked up and noticed that the IV drip was nearly finished. She nudged Violet, who was trying to lower her head. “Hey, Violet, what are you doing? Why are you lowering your head so much?”

“Well… it’s nothing. It’s just too noisy around here.” Violet quickly raised her head, rubbed her sore neck, and seized the opportunity to look around.

“What are you looking for?” Stella sensed something was off with Violet, but she didn’t know what it was. If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have slept and would have caught a wonderful scene.

you’ve finished with your drip, haven’t you? I’ll find a nurse

Violet quickly got up and ran

It was really strange.

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as she pulled out the needle from Stella’s arm, reminding her not to forget to come back to the

return tomorrow? Isn’t it enough to just

which made

quickly pulled her friend back. “Okay, thank you, nurse. We’ll be

they hurriedly left. “That

on?” Stella looked coldly at

be hidden from Miss Richard. “It’s nothing.

She simply smiled slightly and

down when they reached the small shed where bicycles

Stella

familiar mountain bicycle. It was the same one Willy had ridden on

mountain bicycle, although it was Willy who rode it, it was certainly not something ordinary electric bikes could

France. Willy had customized the bicycle seat, and he had ridden it for a long time.

angry. Ignoring Stella’s surprise, she walked over quickly and pulled out the valve stems from the front and