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!”

Violet were taken

I don’t want her cooking for me.” Lucius stated

him, asking in surprise. “Master Lucius,

simply revolting.” Lucius

kept to himself but decided to speak, combined with his air of indifference, gave the impression

a painful twist in her chest; her hands

had to arrange for

servants unceremoniously threw away the food Violet had

ingredients herself, Violet had invested her effort and care

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yelling, “Hey! You’ve always liked my cooking! Why do you suddenly

her. His expression was cold and dismissive. “Before, you never cooked. Now, you pick up the skill to please your lover. Eating what you’ve made reminds me of

“You…”

Lucius closed the

door obscured her view, and Violet didn’t realize

food meant her freedom; she should be relieved. Why

room, she gazed blankly at the sky,

even more was that Lucius was referring to Agatha, not

Had she gone insane?

the servants’ treatment of her grew

You do so little each day; be quick, or you’ll go hungry!” barked the lawn’s overseer, tossing a chain at

mean by this?”

“Just wear it!”

her wrist, securing it with

a wooden

had regressed to their

of injustice. Her eyes reddened, but she held

distressed voice called

It was Naomi. She pressed an apple

Violet’s shoulders.

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