Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0113

The following morning. Violet stepped out of her flat, luggage in tow.

George was waiting for her downstairs. He smiled upon seeing her suitcase, playfully saying. “Ms. Violet, you didn’t need to bring so much. We have everything necessary.”

“I feel more comfortable using my own things,” she responded, aware of Lucius’s affluence but choosing to maintain a professional boundary, “especially since I’ll be compensated.”

George simply smiled in response, offering no further comment.

Lucius had reserved an entire plane for himself.

As Violet followed George and boarded the plane, she noticed Lucius reclining in his seat, utterly

ignoring her presence, yet casting a contemptuous glance at her suitcase.

Opting to disregard his attitude, Violet followed George to the staff area of the cabin.

“George, bring her over here.” Lucius instructed, signaling toward a seat beside him.

Violet tensed up at this, and reminded him, “I’m only here to cook.”

“What else do you think I’d need you for?” he said frankly, his disdain and aloofness visible in his

gaze.

Feeling awkward, as if she had misjudged the situation, Violet chose silence and settled in the

indicated seat.

Lucius engrossed himself in a magazine, effectively rendering her invisible. Violet pulled out her phone and began scrolling through social media.

journey progressed in

bed,

seat and shut his eyes to

such a finicky eater, he seemed unconcerned about his sleep, easily falling

on the recliner.

she spotted

lovely in his sleep, and his harsh demeanor had given way to a childlike gentleness. This man was more gorgeous than many women, his

out of her reverie, suddenly conscious of the cool

+15 BONOS

and was concerned Lucius

nearby, and she hesitated whether to cover him with

gently placing the blanket over

beautiful woman attending him, why should she interfere?

brief; he awoke after about thirty minutes.

relaxed yet captivating, reminiscent

thinking?” he asked abruptly.

raspy from sleep, but his penetrating gaze seemed

a bit guilty, Violet looked down and replied, “Nothing, really.”

a skeptical look, then pointedly asked,

over him, which had been nicely

flight attendant.

head

credit for what the flight attendant had done. She pointed to

he responded. Yet suddenly, he seemed irritated

was perplexed. Didn’t he dislike her covering him?

his own activities

that he was ignoring

to last seven to eight hours. There would be plenty of time to rest.

Violet reclined in her seat