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.

wolfing down two heaping plates of pasta, she felt rejuvenated and wiped her mouth clean. Lucius, on the other hand, ate

he finally addressed her. “Come

seemed he merely wanted her

demeanor in

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

and asked, “Agatha, do you resent me?”

voice it. Thus, she stayed quiet.

me, weren’t you?” he

yet he seemed blind to

to be Agatha?” he

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Could this be a sign

you do if I allowed you to stop being Agatha?” he

“Well, I’d…”

her off abruptly, unwilling to listen to her answer. “You’ve managed to gain Grandma’s favor. This is your final

“Have… a child?”

her in forcefully, his lips pressing against hers with

her respond to him while she

touch burned, setting ablaze a fire

his embrace.

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

being drowned in

“However, I no longer wish to touch you, so…

he released her.

struggling to understand his sudden

the sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and an ultrasound report in the other, the

of Agatha’s pregnancy.