Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0048

“Bulls…

Violet’s mind flashed back to the terrifying dogs that had almost attacked her. She broke out into a cold sweat,

and her complexion turned pale.

“No!” she exclaimed in panic, gripping his wrist tightly.

His arms, positioned on either side of her, were tense and strong.

“I’m sorry.” Violet quickly apologized, exhaling softly in an attempt to calm his anger.

Lucius observed her from above and inhaled her scent; it had a mild, flowery sweetness that was utterly enticing. This was his first time noticing a woman’s scent, and it was intoxicating.

His body tensed uncontrollably, aroused, as though he were receiving a drug injection.

Oblivious to his reaction, Violet continued to breathe heavily in fear, her chest rising and falling.

As he felt it, Lucius’ eyes darkened, and his gaze shifted to her chest. Wordless, but Adam’s apple bobbed wildly, he took in the silent invitation.

Without realizing it, Violet placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him. “I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again.”

This slight touch seemed to ignite something within him.

He yanked her hand away, dropped his head, and placed his lips on her chest.

Taken by surprise, Violet was momentarily immobilized.

like a chord being struck within her, making her heart flutter and

became more daring. With one hand, he tore at her clothes, while his other

as things were heating up, the pressure was suddenly lifted off

the passion in his eyes turned cold as

skin is.”

to his word, her skin was the

humiliating! Feeling utterly embarrassed, Violet quickly wrapped herself in

over her,

dashed out of his

Lucius were polar opposites. He maintained control over his emotions, easily reverting to his usual composed self, unlike

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her window. Breathless and flushed in her small room, she peeked at

to his chopper, and climbed into it with ease. He boarded

many more women the

lineup of women who were

sigh. “What a playboy!”

following days, aside from occasionally preparing simple meals to balance

job reverted to weeding.

Weeding, always weeding.

bothered by it, despite its

swam in the lake. His entourage

like ducklings. Sometimes, he would openly kiss one of

shook her head. “What a

her back, causing her shirt to cling

jacket, revealing a tank top underneath. The field was deserted, so there was no concern about her attire being noticed. Her outfit was modest compared to those of the

her weeding