Met My Little Sweetheart

Louis made me feel comfortable that night, so I was no longer angry.

I thought his ex-girlfriend's farce would come to an end, but the next day, his ex-girlfriend came to me.

Looking at the haggard but well-dressed woman, I had a bad feeling.

I had just finished my fast food and walked into the cafe with messy hair, while Louis was in the mall buying new bed sheets.

I looked at the ceiling speechlessly. My backer wasn't here, and I lost confidence before the fight even started.

Clara Glyn sat down opposite and looked at me contemptuously. "I don't know why Louis like you."

I touched my hair and secretly turned on the recording under the table. I coughed lightly and said, "What's wrong? Do you think he still likes you? You're already his ex-girlfriend. Please be more self-aware."

As soon as I finished speaking, her hand holding the LV bag paused. After a while, she smiled, picked up the coffee on the table, and drank it. "Do you know who bought this bag for me?"

I had a bad feeling. "It's none of my business."

Louis couldn't have bought it for her, could he?

No.

He loved to buy bags for others.

Ever since we were together, he had bought me dozens of bags.

I didn't care about bags and I was starting to.

The price of all those bags could buy a villa.

Clara took another sip of coffee. Only then did I realize that something was wrong.

Why did she drink my coffee?

Looking at her proud face, I couldn't help but ask, "Louis' ex, don't drink my coffee. I've drunk it before."

Clara was stunned when she heard this, and then she spat on my face.

I was stunned and raised my hand to wipe my face.

How on earth did Louis fall in love with her?

Did he like her irascible temper?

Did he like her to spit at him?

Did he like her LV bag?

She smiled sinister and said disdainfully, "What a bad luck."

With a bright smile, I deliberately provoked her. "What do you dislike? Even Louis has tasted my saliva."

Clara was choked. "You're... shameless!"

"There are so many shameless people. What's the big deal?"

It was Louis' voice.

Before I could say anything in retaliation, Louis came with the new sheets and shopping bag.

He pushed open the door. The sunlight shone on him, making him look so noble and handsome.

He had perfect sides and contours of his face.

I was about to call "Honey". Well... If he didn't fall.

I saw that he had stepped on a stain. I wanted to remind him, but I couldn't make a sound no matter how hard I tried.

The next second, he fell heavily to the ground with a bang.

Who would have thought that my backer would come and humiliate him?

I covered my face.

I didn't know him!

I didn't know!

Clara was disliked by him and didn't dare to help him.

He said pitifully, "Honey, come and help me. I can't get up..."

I sighed and helped him up. While doing so, I whispered, "What's going on? We lost our faces."

He pursed his lips and looked at the onlookers.

"I fell by myself. It has nothing to do with my wife.

I had sex multiple times last night and I'm a little dizzy."

I was shocked.

I felt even more embarrassed.

And then, he looked at my red cotton jacket and gave a gentle sniff, "Leah, actually ...... your dress today is not elegant."

The implication was that I had already embarrassed myself.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed my chest.