Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0081

“Remove her from here!”

Lucius finally commanded, his voice low, not glancing at Violet but directing his words to George.

“Take her down to the cellar!”

Violet found herself being cast into the cellar, where the temperature plunged well below freezing.

The chilling conditions brought back memories of her first day at the Imperial Palace, where she had also

been in such a cold environment, waking up to a similar bitter cold.

She pondered if she might succumb to the cold, or perhaps faint and wake up to a past reality where

everything was peaceful–where Oliver was still asleep, and Emily’s voice remained intact. A time when she

could look forward to sitting by Oliver’s bedside, talking and singing to him.

A sad smile formed on her cracked lips, the severe cold having drained them of any moisture.

She no longer felt the cold, but just quietly closed her eyes.

Outside the room, Lucius, visibly disturbed, picked up a wine glass from the table and rubbed his forehead.

George approached him, looking concerned, and hesitantly informed him, “Ms. Agatha has fainted.”

Crash!

The sound of shattering glass echoed as Lucius crushed the glass in his hand, red wine splashing.

“Master Lucius!” George exclaimed, shocked by his reaction.

Lucius turned, his brow furrowed in annoyance. “Didn’t you tell her that compliance would grant her freedom?”

George confirmed, but

urged, sensing there was more

gathered his courage, and said, “Ms. Agatha isn’t one to easily submit to hardship. She endured daily labor under the hot

do you propose?” Lucius asked, clearly

suggested cautiously. “If Master Lucius can offer something she genuinely

out without

consciousness, Violet found herself back in her own room, reclining on the spacious bed.

of the cold, with her fingertips and toes aching as if she were being

stark reminder that she was

+15 BONOS

smile crossed her pale face, which only highlighted her sense of

door opened, and Lucius stepped inside.

glance before turning her head

ordeals. She no

figure wrapped in

and again, much to his frustration;

his urge to strangle

I should

pay you a billion to have the

the most generous sum, one that no one

remained indifferent, choosing to ignore him and

Violet into the swamp long ago if it hadn’t been for Regina’s fixation on this woman

think it’s too little? Name your price,” he snarled,

eyes, her expression one of calm defiance, tinged with sarcasm. “I don’t want your money, and I won’t bear your child.”

“Agatha!” he exclaimed.

challenging him, “You’re always quick to threaten lives. Why not just

had no desire to fight for

doing

fate, closed her eyes once more, resting

can leave. Right now, the only way to make her happy is to have a child. Give birth, and you’ll be free to

wish.”

snapped open, and her chest