Can't stop loving you

Chapter 129 Marriage Registration In The Middle Of The Night

Walking on the street, she was so depressed. Just imagining what had happened this afternoon, it

must be Yesenia who had made it happen.

As the night fell and the city lights lit like the dazzling street in the starry sky, she felt distressed and

annoyed that nowhere to confide.

After a long while, she smiled bitterly and mocked herself, "The moon of stars which is worth several

million is worthless to me. Is it a special skill?"

Viola shuttled between the streets aimlessly. She passed by a bar before she knew it.

Two gangsters who were drunk with their faces red, glanced at each other and kicked the beer bottle

on the ground with their feet.

The beer bottle rolled toward the little woman in front of her so quickly that she almost stepped on it.

She frowned and wanted to leave as if nothing had happened. But those two gangsters stopped her.

"Come here and have a drink with us." The colorful hooligan who had dyed her hair approached her

and was about to put his hand on her shoulder while laughing cheekily.

"Go away! Or I will call the police! "

"Call the police?" The hooligan with colorful hair spat on the ground and pushed her to the ground

rudely.

As she was lying on the ground, a sharp pain gritted her teeth. Cold sweat started to form on her

forehead.

"What is it?" The gangsters behind called her when they saw something sparkling outside her bag.

Viola's face changed. She reached out to pick up the necklace, but the white haired man took it first.

She groped the air and struggled to stand up. Her face flushed with anger. "Give it back to me!"

"Sir, it seems very valuable," The man with white hair ignored them and handed them to the other men.

"Let's go to change the money." The colorful gangsters called out. They didn't even look at her and

wanted to leave.

Suffering pain, she followed them and cried for help desperately, "Robbery! Robbery! "

The two hooligans ran quickly and passed through the opposite side of the road. When she ran after

them, she was almost hit by a car. When she passed through the opposite, they had already

disappeared.

Lost the necklace, Viola came home in a daze. Her stepmother, who had been waiting for her for a long

time, immediately came up to her and asked, "Viola, have you got the money back?"

Viola shook her head and weakly sat on the sofa, trying not to let the tears fall.

"What's wrong with your hand?" As soon as Ann came out, he noticed the wound on Viola's right arm.

A worried look flashed across his eyes.

It's not a big deal. "

"You shook your head just now because you didn't find the money, did you?" Her face suddenly

clouded. "Have you forgotten your promise?"

"Shut up!" shouted Ann as he looked at her with his black and white eyes

"What!" Her stepmother was infuriated and hysterically pointed at them, shouting, "You're a bastard that

no one wants!"

Viola suddenly stood up and her face suddenly turned cold. "Enough! Take back what you said before,

or I won't save your baby son! "

She hugged Ann, feeling sorry for him. She straightened her body and revealed her stubbornness and

fearlessness.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Stepmother calmed down at once. She realized that it was no

good to fall out with her, so she acted as if she had made a mistake and gave herself a slap.

She didn't care about the way she turned over, took Ann into the room and closed the door with force.

She held onto Ann's fair face and comforted him in a soft voice, "Ann don't listen to her. You have a

mother."

"Stupid Mommy, I told you I would protect you, but I didn't need it." Ann lowered his head, with his

emotion mixed with regret, "If I have a father, then no one dares to bully you."

She held him in her arms, wiped off the tears from her cheeks and said, "Don't think too much. Ann is

strong."

Ann kept silent. Apparently, he still took it to heart for her stepmother's words.

It was already half past nine in the evening when Viola got Ann to sleep. She came into the kitchen

alone and fetched two bottles of beer. She sat on the sofa in the living room and drank the beer

continuously.

The more she drank, the more alcohol she got. She couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw

the scene in front of her shaking.

"Why did you drink it?" Stepmother walked out and saw this scene. She gathered her clothes all over

her body, with a look of disgust on her face.

Viola stood up and belched, which made people feel like on the verge of collapse. She handed a bottle

of beer to her, "come on, you should drink as well."

"I won't drink it." The stepmother pushed her away and gently persuaded, "I know it's not easy for you This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

to marry that rich man. As long as you agree to marry him, it can not only solve your brother's problem,

but also give your son a father. What a good thing!"

Viola suddenly sobered up a little because of this. She looked up, drank two more mouthfuls of wine

and nodded continuously. "That makes sense. Let's Where is our household register? "

Stepmother was happy. Did she agree?

"I've brought him here. Wait for a moment." Her stepmother was very happy. She ran into the room to

get the household register.

She put down the bottle of wine and looked it over. After confirming that everything was right, she

thought of the proposal of Maynard two days ago, and then she thought of Ann turned unhappy

because of her stepmother's argument. She made up her mind.

She ran to the door, opened it and ran out. Realizing that something was wrong, her stepmother

chased after her and shouted, "Stop!"

But Viola was nowhere to be found.

It was late at night. Wearing the stench of alcohol, Viola ran to the door of Maynard's villa and rang the

doorbell hard.

"It's you?" Maynard opened the door. A strong smell of alcohol overwhelmed him, and his face was as

dark as ink.

Viola gave him a big hug and said, "Come on, I'll take you to check in."

"You are drunk." Maynard pushed her away and held her unwillingly when she almost fell down.

Still drunk, Viola shook her head slightly.

He pulled her into the room and closed the door. Then he threw her on the sofa and said, "It's late.

What's wrong with you?"

Viola struggled to stand up and slapped the household register onto the table righteously. She covered

her mouth and let out a belch. She said defiantly, "Maynard, do you dare or not?"

When he saw the household register on the table, Maynard's face changed slightly. "Where did you

steal it?"

It is said that drunk people can do anything stupid.

A sweet smile appeared on Viola's face. "Our home."