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.

a slight shift, she felt his

she ceased moving, settling quietly in his

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

to why he had suddenly changed his attitude

previous questions and eventually fell asleep in his arms.

were still

soothing voice from above

dare glance up, instead responding with a murmur. Last

resurfaced: What was wrong

+15 +15 BONOS

during the day,”

quiet, still cocooned

bathroom for a shower, nonchalantly

toned, sculptured physique and tanned muscles were

look

purposefully faced her, calling out, “Fetch me some pajamas from the

she replied,

implying he might step out of the shower area in his bare

state.

was naked, hurriedly rose to get the

her, resonating like a cello.

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

with the place,

to shoes to belts and watches, was meticulously arranged in separate compartments.

like a showroom.

tercolia wood, a material pricier than gold, and found herself silently critiquing

walked

emerged from the bathroom

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