Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

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George’s face changed subtly. He lowered his head, carefully hiding his reaction.

He explained calmly. “Those with high IQs often lack emotional intelligence, the wordvances things out that way.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Violet, finding some solace in his words, nodded in agreement.

Lucius’s remarkable talents made her feel plain by comparison. Then again, why was the a problem? They weren’t a couple, after all.

The term couple unexpectedly resonated within her, tightening her chest and sending a jolt through her heart.

Over the next few days. Lucius remained preoccupied with work yet made a point of

spending hours each day holding Violet, insisting she accompany him.

Enduring the unease, she waited for him to conclude his tasks.

Her eyes widened in wonder upon seeing the endless stream of numbers on his computer.

“What’s all this?” she inquired.

“Money,” he replied.

“Is it really that simple to earn money by just working on a computer?

She pondered the ease of acquiring wealth. He neither confirmed nor denied, but his self- assurance was apparent.

“Anyone who marries you is bound to be lucky,” she commented.

“Why do you think so?” he queried.

“Because you’re wealthy!”

‘Do you also wish to marry me?”

to maintain their marriage, even if it was

all that’s needed. A marriage should be rooted in emotion. Without that, it’s

he responded, his expression growing solemn. Abruptly, he cupped her chin. “Are you

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be exact, love.”

stare, not quite sure why she said that.

myth. Marriage is merely a bodily

else.”

ice–cold

recent tender gestures were solely for physical gratification, devoid of any feelings,

inability to fall for someone was not new to her.

would invite further

her turmoil with a feigned smile, she departed

heart experienced a loss, a part of it seemingly

her exit, her smile striking him with agonizing clarity.

for Violet, but as George said, his low EQ kept him from

was ready to leave at

Lucius returned to his bedroom

the living room, Violet aimlessly switched TV channels, unable to find a

the

George was absent.

she answered it.

the other end, nearly deafening her.” How dare he send people to stop me? He must be

the receiver away from her ear, but that voice

“Let’s see who dares to defy me!”

hear the voice approaching closer. When she looked up, she noticed the door had been

was Howard, seething with fury. His brows and mustache bristled with rage, casting

look Inside the

interjected, “Master Davis, such intrusion

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