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?”

confirmed, but

sensing there was

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

propose?” Lucius asked,

suggested cautiously. “If Master Lucius can offer something she

out without responding.

back in her own room, reclining on

the cold, with her fingertips and

stark reminder that she was

+15 BONOS

manipulations. A grim smile crossed her pale

opened, and Lucius

fleeting, indifferent glance before turning her head away, her resolve strengthened by her

ordeals. She no longer feared

figure wrapped in blankets. Despite her

and again, much to his frustration;

fought back his urge to strangle her.

such a stubborn woman, I should just choke her,” he thought.

you a billion to have

one that no one could

indifferent, choosing to ignore him

blatant disregard was unprecedented for him. He would have tossed Violet into the swamp long ago if it hadn’t been for

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

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

“Agatha!” he exclaimed.

dismissive eye roll, defiantly challenging him, “You’re always quick to threaten lives. Why

to fight

considered doing precisely

her eyes once more, resting on her own terms.”

leave. Right now, the only way to make her happy is

wish.”

and her chest heaved.