Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0075

Lucius’s mood darkened again as he observed Violet, who consistently seemed to avoid him like a timid mouse avoiding a cat, yet behaved differently around others.

He cleared his throat loudly to announce his presence.

Half–asleep, Violet was startled awake by the sound and was immediately confronted by Lucius’s cold and stern face.

She quickly sat up, nearly throwing Regina’s hand out of the bed, but managed to gently place it back under the covers.

Violet tried to be as quiet as possible to avoid disturbing Regina, yet Lucius could still detect her

cautiousness towards him.

“I’m sorry,” she offered a timid apology.

It wasn’t a big deal; Lucius understood that without Regina’s permission, Violet wouldn’t have been in that

bed.

Yet he expressed his displeasure, and questioned her sense of propriety. “Sleeping in just any bed? Haven’t

figured out your place yet?”

Feeling self–conscious about her place in Lucius’s eyes and about sleeping in Regina’s bed, Violet’s head

dipped.

“If it were a man in this bed, would it matter to you?” Even though Lucius was oblivious to his underlying resentment, his remarks were filled with a concealed sting.

Violet blinked, perplexed and unable to understand his argument. Was it her sharing Regina’s bed that – disturbed him, or the concept that she’d sleep in anyone’s bed?

Lucius, irritated by her innocent expression, commanded coldly, “Go outside and weed the garden!”

Violet looked at Regina before leaving, as told.

Regina awoke to find Lucius beside her,

tolerance for Regina. He

sign of annoyance.

absence; she knew Violet

her

look

garden,” Lucius acknowledged, somewhat hesitantly. “Today, I’ll keep you

little figure, nearly

but said casually, “I heard the temperature outside is going to

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brow twisted slightly, but he offered no response to her

even hotter, maybe hitting fifty degrees. That kind of heat could practically roast

brows and gazed

rose early. While the air conditioning kept the room comfortable,

Violet back inside. He believed she was sensible enough to

once the heat

known for his leniency.

other hand, seemed undeterred by the scorching sun. Her hand–weeding process was slow,

like she hadn’t moved

increasingly irritated. He got

something to eat.”

a mere word from him would have had the servants bring the

go out

always ready to

“Master Lucius?”

Lucius required anything. Without asking George

with George

view from downstairs was more expansive due to bulletproof glass walls that provided an unobstructed

of the

stern. As he took a lunch tray upstairs, he told George,

by respectfully,