Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0072

After a moment of hesitation, Violet picked up the jacket and quietly exited the room.

Holding the jacket, she made her way to Lucius’s room, telling herself she was merely returning it, and gently

knocked on the door.

After a prolonged silence, assuming Lucius wasn’t there, she turned to leave.

But then, the door suddenly opened. She felt a strong grip on her waist, and she was swiftly pulled inside.

Caught completely by surprise, Violet was pulled into the room without a chance to react.

In the dimly lit room, Violet struggled to see clearly. The man’s hot breath was scorching against her face, the

intensity was almost overwhelming. His strong arms pinned her shoulders to the wall, the heat from his palm

radiating through her.

“…”

She attempted to lift the jacket.

Lucius interrupted her by leaning in to kiss her.

“Mmmh!”

Startled, her eyes widened in disbelief, barely discerning his silhouette. His body was tense, and his kiss was

assertive. To prevent her from resisting, he even went so far as to grip her wrists, restricting her movements.

Initially, his kiss seemed like a form of retribution. But as their lips met, he found her unexpectedly sweet,

intensifying the kiss until a sharp pain on his tongue and the taste of blood brought him back to reality.

He withdrew abruptly.

away but found herself weak, sliding down

her chest, she gasped for air, grateful she had bitten him, or

just came…to return your jacket,” she managed to

panting seemed to aggravate Lucius’s anger.

this time and in that dress

no other motives.”

knowing he wouldn’t believe her lack

do you want? I admit you’ve caught

the same as before, but you can stay in

opportunity; but

eager

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threw the jacket at him

wasn’t cold, but she wrapped her arms

distress in her? Had she unwittingly fallen

covered her head as the thought occurred

for him? This was the

resented, who had belittled, attacked, and

inner turmoil, Violet continued wearing the stylish clothes to please

to steer clear of Lucius, ensuring

unconcerned with Violet, his attention solely on his

her only as a

state of affairs, recognizing that any

question.

The hot weather

salad from

the cold dish

fact that it was the day

she was wracked with severe abdominal pain. She struggled to

what felt like an eternity, she heard Lucius’s voice

conscious of his presence, Violet leaned weakly against the wall, unable

she whispered, her voice quivering in an attempt to

feeling her alarmingly cold body, grew concerned.