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.

her mouth clean. Lucius, on the other hand, ate slowly and almost artistically.

rose to leave, he finally addressed

her to remain seated until he

demeanor in her mind.

him upstairs,

top, Lucius halted, and asked, “Agatha, do you resent

but couldn’t voice it. Thus, she stayed quiet.

were cursing me, weren’t you?”

His perception was sharp, yet he seemed blind to her

wish to be Agatha?” he asked,

+15 BONOS

she answered quickly, nodding. Could this be a sign of her liberation

I allowed you to stop being Agatha?” he

“Well, I’d…”

He cut her off abruptly, unwilling 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?”

her in forcefully, his lips pressing against

cloud her mind, making her respond to

ablaze a fire within her.

Violet forgot her fatigue, succumbing to his embrace. His presence was overpowering, even overshadowing the fragrance of the

as if she were clinging to a

being drowned

to her ear, murmuring. “However, I no longer wish to touch you,

words, he

hallway, struggling to understand his sudden shift from warmth

hand

of Agatha’s pregnancy.