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

grateful she had bitten him, or else she

managed to say after catching her breath.

to aggravate Lucius’s anger.

eye level, saying accusingly, “Choosing this time and in that

had no other

believe

her, proposing, “What do you want? I admit you’ve

be treated the same as before, but you can stay in my bed until I

seem like an opportunity; but for Violet, it

is eager to be

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jacket at him and

greeted her. It wasn’t cold, but she wrapped her

stir such distress in her? Had she unwittingly fallen for

covered her head as the thought occurred to

was the man who

resented, who had belittled, attacked, and confined her–she was supposed to

her inner turmoil, Violet continued wearing the stylish clothes to please Regina,

Lucius, ensuring their paths seldom crossed.

part, appeared unconcerned with Violet, his attention solely

purely functional, speaking to her only as a master would to

of affairs, recognizing that any deeper connection with

question.

to eat. The hot weather had

salad from the chef.

it was, the cold dish

that it was the day her menstrual

She struggled to ascend the stairs, finally collapsing in agony in

heard Lucius’s voice say,

his presence, Violet leaned weakly against the wall,

she whispered, her

sweat–soaked face and feeling her alarmingly cold body,