Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0049

Returning to the hall drenched in sweat, Violet had just enough time to wash her face.

Earlier, George had tasked her with preparing dinner. With time ticking away, she quickly made her way to the Kitchen, She began by taking various ingredients out of the fridge and deftly chopping them.

Unnoticed, a shadow slowly crept up behind her, enveloping her.

Lucius watched her in silence.

Her movements were swift, slicing and dicing with precision and one fluid motion.

All the ingredients were evenly chopped. Once done, she quickly cleaned the pan, added oil, and began stir- frying.

Watching her, Lucius felt a surge of emotions, and asked, “How many men have you cooked for?”

Violet replied casually. “So many, I’ve lost count.”

Her cooking experiences included school picnics and hosting guests at home. Many men and women had

tasted her cooking, but who bothered keeping track of the numbers?

Lucius’s face fell at her response, a look of displeasure crossing his features. He left abruptly, his hands

clenched in fists.

Once finished with her cooking, with no time to dry off her sweat, Violet quickly arranged the dishes on the

dining table.

Lucius sat there alone, resembling an emperor awaiting his meal. The fine tableware laid out in front of him

mirrored his eminent status.

He didn’t even touch the cutlery or acknowledge her cooking efforts, instead instructing George, “Dispose of

these!”

and Violet were taken aback, unsure

her cooking for me.”

asking in

simply revolting.” Lucius

probably a sentence he could have kept to himself but decided to speak, combined with

felt a painful twist in her chest; her hands were

choice, George left. He had to arrange for the chefs to

away the food Violet

herself, Violet had invested her effort

+15 BONOS

to his bedroom, yelling, “Hey! You’ve always liked

never cooked. Now, you pick up the skill to please your lover. Eating what you’ve

“You…”

could retort, Lucius closed the door in her

obscured her view, and Violet didn’t realize tears had

refusal to eat her food meant her freedom; she should be relieved. Why did she

to her room, she gazed blankly at the sky, confused

more was that Lucius was referring

Had she gone insane?

longer eating her meals, the servants’ treatment of her grew more

be quick, or you’ll go hungry!”

do you mean by this?” she questioned

“Just wear it!”

securing it with the

to a wooden

had regressed to their

Her eyes reddened, but she held back her

a distressed voice

figure appeared on the lawn. It was Naomi. She pressed

Violet’s shoulders.

she asked, “Are you tired? Have you eaten? Did they hurt you? Look at how