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

she ceased moving, settling

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

as to why he had

to her previous questions and eventually fell asleep

arms were still encircling

deep, yet soothing voice from above asked, “You’re

instead responding with a murmur. Last

What was wrong with him?

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during the day,” he said as

still cocooned in

the bathroom for a shower, nonchalantly leaving

toned, sculptured physique and tanned muscles

look

“Fetch me

you get them yourself?” she replied, unaccustomed

he might

state.

knowing full well he was naked, hurriedly rose to get the pajamas,

followed her, resonating like a cello.

funny? She mused internally, entering his extensive

remarkably large. Despite her familiarity with the

belts and watches, was meticulously arranged

a showroom.

the opulence of the closet, made of tercolia wood, a material pricier than gold, and found herself silently critiquing

and walked out, only to be startled upon

emerged from the bathroom in his

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