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.

heaping plates of pasta, she felt rejuvenated and wiped her mouth clean. Lucius, on the

leave, he finally addressed her. “Come back! Sit

merely wanted her to remain seated until

demeanor in her

behind him upstairs, deliberately slowing her steps to keep their

staircase’s top, Lucius halted, and asked, “Agatha, do you resent me?”

but couldn’t voice it.

weren’t

was startled. His perception was sharp, yet he seemed blind to her repeated

don’t wish to be Agatha?” he asked,

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

allowed you to stop being Agatha?”

“Well, I’d…”

cut her off abruptly, unwilling to listen to her answer. “You’ve managed to gain Grandma’s favor.

“Have… a child?”

his lips pressing against

her mind, making her respond to him while she lost awareness of their

ablaze

his embrace. His presence was overpowering, even overshadowing the fragrance of

onto him weakly, she felt as if she were clinging to a lifeline. Yet, she was also harboring

of being drowned

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

he

the hallway, struggling to understand his sudden shift from

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

of Agatha’s pregnancy.