Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0054

Used to feeding him. Violet didn’t find the act peculiar and continued. She blew on each piece of gnocchi, her cheeks puffing with the effort.

She lowered her head, letting the light shine on the delicate skin of her nape, which gave off a soft warmth.

Lucius’s Adam’s apple bobbled, and he asked, “Are you really Agatha?”

Violet, after a brief hesitation, replied, “Who else would I be if not Agatha?”

She knew Lucius had made up his mind about her identity, so further arguments were futile.

His expression turned grim. Later, he nodded. “That’s right, only Agatha would know how to please me this way.”

Last night, he had been rough with her. Now, she was tending to him as if nothing had happened and going out of her way to please him. It had dispelled any doubts he might have.

As she attempted to feed him again, he pushed her hand away and suddenly grabbed her chin, his look turning fierce, “No matter what you do, you’ll always be nothing more than a slut in my eyes. That will never change!”

His words suggested his intention to maintain the punishment.

Violet lowered her head, staying silent.

She had repeatedly insisted she wasn’t Agatha, but it was to no avail. Now, having accepted the motherly love Agatha received, she resigned herself to her situation.

Her silence caught Lucius off guard. He had expected her to offer excuses or seek sympathy-tactics he associated with Agatha-but she remained mute.

“Edur certainly trained you well,” Lucius acknowledged, never contemplating the possibility that she might be someone other than whom he believed her to be.

Lucius’s lovers being taken away by

nostalgic expressions as they

chopper, and flew to the

the palace, George entered the living room and asked,

a nonchalant hum, lounging with his arms resting over the back of the sofa.

were too pretentious,”

Their overly enthusiastic smiles when greeting him

Violet’s genuineness; she had never feigned her emotions around

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Agatha?” Lucius asked

brief moment, he looked troubled and said, “She’s

to the farm.”

George would be the one arranging

voluntarily follow the

a

Violet cleaned around the

her sweat, glancing at Naomi, who was

and the two exchanged a knowing grin. Violet worked hard to carry the trash container outside. By the time she reached the door,

shadows, with only a sliver of bright sunlight visible

looked up to see a figure

here?” she asked

tightened, showing disdain for answering her

there,” the supervisor of the dog farm approached,

Lucius, she