Chapter 232 She Is Getting Sharp-tongued
The three of them chatted for almost half an hour before parting ways at Emily's villa.
Quentin initially wanted to drive Violet home, but she declined, so Quentin asked Emily to do so.
During the ride, Emily couldn't help but put in a good word for Quentin. "Violet, Quentin is amazing. Why don't you give it a try?"
Violet, however, was not interested in starting a new relationship currently, so she politely declined, citing the vast difference in their social statuses.
Emily felt that Violet's lack of confidence stemmed from her family background. She tried to persuade her. "You will also become a successful designer in the future. Don't underestimate yourself, Violet."
Violet sighed, not out of self-doubt but out of the acknowledgment of her reality.
She explained, "I have two children, and I can't separate from them. No man would accept me as a single mother."
She also asked Emily not to mention this to Quentin, as she didn't want to cause any trouble.
Emily understood and promised to keep it a secret.
Upon arriving at Hellen's apartment, Emily pulled over and waved goodbye as Violet left.
Emily then turned back towards her apartment. As Violet stood there for a moment before returning to Hellen's apartment, she suddenly noticed a handsome man leaning against a black Bentley, smoking a cigarette.
The dim streetlight cast a soft glow on his handsome face, adding a warm tint to him. Violet's heart skipped a beat as she gazed at him from a distance.
She thought, ‘Why is he here?’
After a moment's hesitation, Violet decided to approach him. As she got closer, the man finally noticed her. He flicked the cigarette butt and asked, "Where have you been?"
Violet, with a hint of sarcasm, replied, "I’m off work now. I don't think it's any of your business."
Brady curled his lips slightly and said, "I’m your man. Don't I have the right to ask?"
Violet was taken aback. She thought, ‘When did he become my man? Did he get my permission?’
"It's late, Brady. I have to go. Good night," Violet said, ready to leave.
Brady reached out and pulled her towards him, his voice deep and authoritative. "You are getting sharp-tongued," he said.
Violet struggled and ended up throwing herself into Brady’s arms accidentally. She flustered as she felt his strong chest.
Violet's ears turned red. She bit her lip and then said, "Brady, stop acting like a rascal!"
Brady, looking at her coldly, said, "When I'm being a rascal, you're the one who lets me have my way in my bed."
Violet retorted, "Brady, this is my home!"
Brady, seeing that she was really angry, released her and took out a large bag of toys from the car, saying, "These are for Henry and Nicole."
Violet hesitated but quickly took the bag of toys from him and said thanks flatly.
Brady watched her walk away, realizing that he had grown indulgent to her. It seemed that he had gone beyond just wanting to play with her, but he knew he couldn't really have feelings for her.
Brady flicked his cigarette to the ground, extinguished it, and got into the car.
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