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.

push him away but found herself weak, sliding down

chest, she gasped for air, grateful she had bitten him, or else she might

return your jacket,” she managed to say after

panting seemed to aggravate

to his eye level, saying accusingly, “Choosing this time and in that dress to return my

you had no other motives.”

believe her lack

do

the same as before, but you can stay in my bed until I find someone else.”

this might seem like an opportunity; but for Violet, it

cold laugh. “Not everyone is eager to be in your

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threw the jacket at him and left the

cold, but she wrapped her

such distress in her? Had she unwittingly fallen for Lucius

as

feelings for him? This was the man

who had belittled, attacked, and

Violet continued wearing the stylish clothes

Lucius, ensuring their paths seldom crossed.

on his part, appeared unconcerned with Violet, his attention solely

functional, speaking to her only as

resigned to this state of affairs, recognizing that any deeper connection with

question.

headed downstairs to eat. The hot weather had sapped her appetite, so she

a chilled fruit salad from the

was, the cold dish

that it was

was wracked with severe abdominal pain. She struggled to ascend the stairs, finally collapsing in agony in a secluded

eternity, she heard Lucius’s voice say, “Why

leaned weakly against

take care of Grandma shortly,” she whispered, her voice quivering in an attempt to sound

her pale, sweat–soaked face and feeling her