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.

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

rose to leave, he finally addressed her. “Come back! Sit down.”

It seemed he merely wanted her

demeanor in

trailed behind him upstairs, deliberately slowing her steps to

and asked,

voice it. Thus,

me, weren’t

yet he seemed blind to her repeated inner

to be Agatha?” he asked, seemingly aware.

+15 BONOS

she answered quickly, nodding. Could this be a sign

allowed you

“Well, I’d…”

to her answer. “You’ve managed to gain Grandma’s favor.

“Have… a child?”

pressing against hers with

mind, making her respond

burned, setting ablaze a fire within her.

fatigue, succumbing to his embrace. His

as if she were clinging to a lifeline.

being drowned in this

her ear, murmuring. “However, I no longer wish to touch you, so… We’ll opt for IVF.”

those words, he released

in the hallway, struggling to understand his sudden shift from warmth to coldness.

in one hand

of Agatha’s pregnancy.