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!”

were taken aback, unsure of

want her cooking for

him, asking

revolting.” Lucius said

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

painful twist in her chest; her hands were

choice, George left. He had to arrange for

unceremoniously threw away the food Violet had painstakingly

herself, Violet had invested

+15 BONOS

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

pick up the skill to please your lover. Eating

“You…”

she could retort, Lucius closed

door obscured her view, and Violet didn’t

food meant her freedom; she should be relieved.

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

even more was that Lucius was referring to Agatha, not her. What was she worried

Had she gone insane?

the servants’ treatment

day; be quick, or you’ll go hungry!” barked the

you mean by this?” she questioned

“Just wear it!”

her wrist, securing it

to a

regressed to their previous

a surge of injustice. Her eyes reddened, but she held back her tears and silently

distressed voice called out,

appeared on the lawn. It was Naomi. She pressed an apple

Violet’s shoulders.

eaten? Did they hurt you? Look at how thin you’ve