Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0078

Violet observed this exchange, stunned. Was she just sold off like this? She noticed a flicker of hope in

Lucius’s stern expression, recognizing that he was only attempting to satisfy Regina.

“Now, go downstairs for dinner, both of you. Eat well. Vivi, you don’t need to look after me tonight. Instead,

focus on providing me with a healthy great–grandson,” Regina instructed, signaling for them to leave.

Descending the stairs, Violet felt a wave of relief.

At the dining table, a lavish spread awaited them. George, the butler, politely gestured. “Ms. Agatha, please.”

Violet hadn’t shared a meal with Lucius in a long time, often eating in the kitchen, feeling undeserving of dining with him and anxious about possibly getting indigestion.

Yet, George’s gesture placed Violet in an awkward position.

She looked to Lucius for direction, expecting that he would refuse to share a meal with her. To her amazement.

he moved toward the table, disregarding her look of inquiry.

“Madam Davis has arranged this,” George murmured.

Only Regina had the authority to overthrow Lucius in this household.

With reluctance, Violet seated herself at the table’s farthest end, maintaining a significant gap between Lucius and the food.

Despite the distance, her hunger prevailed after a day’s labor outside. She began to greedily devour her dinner. unconcerned about the lack of dishes.

of pasta, she felt rejuvenated and wiped her mouth clean. Lucius, on the other hand, ate slowly and

finally addressed

her to remain seated until he finished his

demeanor in her mind.

waited for him to finish, then trailed behind him upstairs, deliberately slowing her steps

top, Lucius halted, and asked,

voice it. Thus,

cursing me, weren’t you?” he deduced.

blind to her repeated inner assertions that

wish to be Agatha?” he asked, seemingly aware.

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nodding. Could this be a sign of

allowed you to stop

“Well, I’d…”

to listen to her answer. “You’ve managed to gain Grandma’s favor. This is your final opportunity. Grandma desires a grandchild,

“Have… a child?”

lips pressing against hers with intensity. right there in the corridor, of all

her respond to him

burned, setting ablaze

the moment, Violet forgot her fatigue, succumbing to his embrace. His presence was

as if she were clinging to a lifeline. Yet, she was

being drowned in this moment.

no longer

those words, he released

understand his sudden shift

on the sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and

of Agatha’s pregnancy.