Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0124

*Be grateful for you?” Violet’s response was laced with irony. “Why should I be grateful to you? You’re responsible for what you’ve done to me. I’m calling the cops!”

Lucius’s expression darkened and became more menacing by the moment.

“Oh? Forgotten already? Who initiated things last night? Shall we get the copx here and show them how you seduced me?”

“Nonsense!”

Violet couldn’t fathom it. She was well aware of her character. The idea of her willingly getting into his bed seemed absurd.

Confusion plagued her about the previous night’s events. Why had she no memory of them? How had she come across Lucius, and how did they end up together? Nothing made sense.

“Is it really nonsense? Let’s find out,” Lucius challenged, revealing his neck to her. “Shall we go for a medical check? These marks; you bit me here, and here.”

His body bore several bite marks, and his back showed fresh scratch marks.

She began to doubt herself. Could she have been responsible for these?

“What…what really happened?” she asked softly, no longer opposing him.

This question infuriated Lucius further. He retorted, “Violet, I’ve yet to question you. How did you

fall into Edur’s hands and end up being auctioned?”

“Edur? Auctioned?”

She had no memory of these events.

“I went for a job interview in an industrial area. A HR manager wanted to discuss the job offer in

detail with me. Then, he offered me a drink.”

Suddenly, realization dawned, her eyes widened and exclaimed, “That drink was tampered with!”

late?” Lucius responded with a sneer, suppressing his

and lowered her head. She argued, “If

you call the police or

Her desire to dissociate from him was

not

+15 BONOS

you’re mine. When I say left, you can’t go right,”

ten billion, wasn’t

isn’t it?” she accused, skeptical of the

would spend such

attitude irritated Lucius, and he wanted to lash out.

that warrants such an

single pleasant word to say to

he chose the most harsh

think you’re beautiful? You’re just average. Small face, pale skin, short legs. You don’t even meet the standards of a model. Your measurements are

of how hurt she harsh

needed a chef. What’s wrong for me to spend ten billion on a

e felt by

by his

tears and laughter at his reasoning. It dawned on her that he had

up from the

are you headed?”

“Back home.”

he bellowed,

said?”

other dangling

with defiance.

hers had Infuriated Lucius, and instilled in him a

chef was absurd. He wouldn’t spend so extravagantly if he

this.