Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0133

He bellowed, “Everyone, get out!”

The others were perplexed and hesitated to comply.

Seeing Lucius’s fiery gaze on her, Violet thought silently, what now?

“Get out!”

Everyone quickly left, including Violet, who fled in fear of his rising rage.

“Why are you leaving?” Lucius yanked her back. “Haven’t you had enough people stare at you?”

His gaze then drifted to her chest.

It was only then that Violet became acutely aware of her attire–pajamas without a bra. Embarrassed, she blushed deeply and turned away, attempting to cover herself.

“There’s nothing to hide in front of me,” he remarked wryly.

Violet wished she could vanish.

“Call the driver in!” Lucius gave the command to George over the phone.

George quickly confirmed the driver’s presence at the door.

Violet was nearly knocked over as Lucius threw a coat over her. He wrapped her securely in the coat, pulling her close to him.

As the driver entered, Lucius interrogated, “What were you staring at when you drove her here?”

The driver hesitated. He was unsure what he had done wrong.

He responded, “On the road.”

“You didn’t look back?”

“No.”

Lucius appeared doubtful about the response.

didn’t look at

attention to her since he was concentrating on driving, which was understandable given the urgency of the situation.

the driver, who left the room

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Lucius’s reaction to

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attire? Could it be that he had feelings for her? Was that even possible? Perhaps his sentiments for her were comparable to his

past.

to go out dressed like that!” he

was brought back to reality. No one would go out like that

circumstances.

stopped yet, let’s

care about me?” he asked with

explained, “I just… I’m worried you’ll lose too much

and he roared, “I

afraid to say anything

“Fix it!”

the medication the doctor had placed in her hands.

to his bloody wound, not wanting him to bleed to death. She

the medicine had covered his

treat your wound?” Violet asked, still shaken.

pulling

on a lounge chair, pulling her

leave,” she said

wouldn’t let go, closing his eyes as if he were exhausted. “I’ll

felt his feverish body.

to push him away.

“Lucius, stop it.”

move, I’m tired.”

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eyes were closed, and the long lashes cast gentle shadows over his face, creating an image

of childlike innocence.

trying to escape from his arms when

his body. Initially, she thought it was from their close contact, but a

to

and refused to let go. He gripped her firmly, and drew her back