Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

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Lucius’s actions surprised Violet. She cried out in alarm, “What are you doing?”

Silent and determined, he grasped her firmly. “What are you trying to do?”

Ignoring her pleas, Lucius marched forward with long steps, straight for a special passage. He was seemingly indifferent to her protests.

Fear engulfed Violet as she struggled to understand his motives.

The special passage was brightly lit and harshly illuminated his face, revealing his icy demeanor. Trying to break free, she stopped when he violently shattered a lamp on the wall.

She finally quieted down, panted, and scowled at him.

Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips, falling to the floor drop–by–drop. His face was dark and brooding, but he showed no signs of pain, as if his hand had become severed from his nerves.

Lucius then released her, his voice heavy with emotion. “Do I mean nothing to you?”

Confused and unsure of how to respond. She was overcome with sympathy as she stared blankly

at his wounded hand.

He pressed for an answer, “Speak!”

Hesitantly, she asked, “What do you expect me to say?”

“Define what I represent in your life!”

What did Lucius mean to her? Agatha had already taken up residence in his heart. What would he

do if she declared her feelings or love for him? Surely, he would mock her.

“In reality, we don’t have any relationships, do we?” she responded cautiously,

was laced with a bitter resignation.

a cold smirk crossing his face, and

he walked away, leaving her standing alone and rooted to the spot, until he disappeared from sight. She felt uneasy

returned to her office to pack her belongings and went home because she

her forgotten promise to join him for a drink.

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upset, she reasoned. He was a proud and aloof man, yet she had

a huge gap

in the sky in Violet’s

night abruptly

you come over

“What’s happened?”

injured and refuses to be bandaged.

her awake. It had been hours since

all this time?” she asked,

and his blood clotting is poor. He could bleed

leaped out of bed and dashed out the door, forgetting to

Naomi asked after being awakened by the

nothing.” Violet assured her, though she was

Violet immediately felt the chill against her thinly–clad body, but there was no time to dwell on it. She raised her hand to flag

voice from a car that had just stopped before her, driven by an unknown

driver.

George sent me for you,” he explained, offering her a

voice confirmed the arrangement, expressing

the most opulent hotel in the city. There, she was ushered into a

Violet, I’m glad

to the

hand, his other hand was bandaged, and blood oozed

and dropped to

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