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

seat into a makeshift bed, and lowered it into

seat and shut his eyes

a finicky eater, he seemed unconcerned about his sleep,

on the recliner.

was relieved when she

and his harsh demeanor had given way to a childlike gentleness. This man was more gorgeous than

was she thinking? She snapped out

+15 BONOS

low, and was concerned Lucius

hesitated whether to cover him with it or not.

lovely flight attendant beat her to it. gently placing the blanket over him with

him, why should she

rest was brief; he awoke after about thirty

upon awakening was relaxed yet captivating, reminiscent of a fairy tale’s sleeping beauty.

you thinking?” he asked

from sleep, but his penetrating gaze seemed to read her thoughts.

looked

pointedly asked, “Did you cover

him, which had been

flight attendant.

shook her head and denied,

to accept credit for what the flight attendant had done. She pointed to the attendant and stood at the entrance, saying, “She

he responded. Yet suddenly, he seemed irritated

Didn’t he dislike her covering him? Why was he furious when she hadn’t?

own activities and treating

that he was ignoring her, and thought it wasn’t so bad.

time. The flight was supposed to last seven to eight hours. There would be plenty of

her