Chapter 0090

Violet remained on guard around him. Startled awake in bed, she exclaimed, “Why are you here again?”

Lucius, visibly irritated, grumbled coldly. He settled himself on the bed, and snatched the blanket over himself.

Violet, taken aback, asked, “Hadn’t we already agreed? What’s this about?”

“I’m sleeping!” he snapped back.

He drew her into the bed and wrapped the blanket around them securely. She found herself cocooned with him, squeezing her body against his fiercely hard shape.

“Lucius!”

“Just go to sleep!”

“But you’re…”

“Sleep. I said!”

Lucius found a cozy spot, encircling her in his arms as though she were a cushion, pressing her head against

his neck.

No further moves were made. They both drifted into sleep.

Violet sensed the surreal nature of the moment, anxious that he might make another move.

She lay rigid, her eyes wide open..

A few minutes later, his regular breathing suggested he was asleep.

She peered up in disbelief; his eyes were indeed shut. His facial expression, softened by the dim light, contrasted with his daytime demeanor, yet his grip around her remained firm and possessive.

to his chest that turning was impossible. Attempting a slight shift, she felt his arms constrict further,

ceased moving, settling quietly in his

held in sleep like this, and she struggled to adapt, unable to find

why he had suddenly changed his attitude

answers to her previous questions and eventually fell asleep in his

waking, Lucius’s arms were still encircling

yet soothing voice from above

didn’t dare glance up, instead responding with a

was wrong

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the day,” he said as he pushed himself out

quiet, still cocooned in the

Lucius confidently walking into the bathroom for a shower, nonchalantly leaving the door

undressed, his toned, sculptured physique and tanned muscles were exposed.

look any

“Fetch me some pajamas from the closet.”

yourself?” she replied, unaccustomed to serving

he might step out of the shower area in his

state.

rose to get the pajamas,

followed her, resonating like a

funny? She mused internally, entering his extensive walk–in closet.

her familiarity with the place, this was her first time

and watches, was meticulously arranged in separate compartments.

a showroom.

opulence of the closet, made of tercolia wood, a material pricier than

randomly grabbed a pajama and walked out, only to

the bathroom in his natural

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