Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 18

Lucius was enjoying his dinner at the dining table. He sliced the steak on the plate.

The lady in the bikini was seated at the other end of the table, and even though she was reluctant, she

had to keep her distance from him. That man was so passionate in bed, but as soon as they were

done, he turned cold again and refused to let anyone near him.

But she was lucky enough that he did not chastise her for holding his arm earlier in the day. She

chuckled to herself when she realized she was different. She glanced shyly at the man enjoying his

meal, and she

instantly forgot about how upset she had been.

Lucius kept his head low and ignored the woman’s flirtatious gaze. He picked up the napkin and wiped

the corner of his lips as if he did not see anything.

George cast a worried glance at Violet, who had been sitting on the grass for nearly six hours. “Master,

Ms. Agatha…” George hesitantly said to his master while he was in a good mood.

Lucius gently set down the napkin and pushed his plate to the side before saying, “Tell her that if she

wants to rest, she should admit her mistake and acknowledge her identity.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

George went to carry out the order, but a few minutes later, he returned alone with a frown on his face.

“Ms. Agatha said that she would rather die than apologize to you…”

Lucius clenched his fists, and the napkin crumpled into a ball in his hand.

“If she wants to die, then let her!” he exclaimed as he got up and went upstairs.

Feeling resigned, George shook his head, but he dared not meddle in their business.

Violet stayed in the garden for three days straight.

During the day, she was exposed to the sun, and the temperature rose to more than thirty degrees

Celsius. At night, the temperature dropped significantly to almost ten degrees Celsius. Her flimsy

clothing did not provide any protection against the cold.

Other than water, she had nothing to eat. She was exhausted and starving. Her lips had started to

crack a long time ago, and they were painfully dry. Her face was as pale as paper and had also started

flaking. She no longer looked alive.

She remained silent; she was determined not to give in.

A set of sharp eyes gazed down from the floor above at the tiny, unyielding figure on the grass. He

narrowed his eyes.

“Ms. Agatha’s body is already very weak. If this continues…” George said once he returned from the

garden. He had realized how dire things were.

Before he could finish, Violet slumped down and disappeared into the grass.

Lucius clenched his fingers, and his knuckles turned white from the tight grip he had on the window

blinds.

“Bring her back.” He finally issued the order.

“Understood.” George’s expression finally relaxed, and he hurriedly left.

Lucius lowered his hand slowly. His clenched fist was concealed in his sleeve. “Agatha, you have not

made up

for even a tiny fraction of the humiliation you inflicted upon me. You have no right to die!”

This time, Violet was so worn out that she spent a week lying in bed before gradually getting better.

She had not seen Lucius since she woke up. He disappeared again. She was a patient. Therefore, a

small bed was temporarily added to his room so she would not have to sleep on the floor.

Of course, she did not dare to expect that Lucius pitied her enough to give her a bed. His true goal

must be to

play with her like a toy and punish her while keeping her alive.

She could not help but shudder when she thought of that.

After several days, Lucius still did not show up. The weather forecast predicted that typhoons would

continue to strike this week, and all flights were canceled. It was undoubtedly good news to Violet. Her

life was so

much easier when Lucius was unable to return.

As usual, she would go outside for a few hours to pull weeds, come back for dinner, and then head

back to her room. She decided to climb up to the window sill to watch the rain after eating since she

had nothing else to

1. do.

The anti-theft window in the bedroom was automatic, and it could be opened using the remote control.

She was able to relish the scenery of the rain while sitting on the window sill, and it was the perfect

spot to enjoy

the view outside.

She was an easily satisfied person, and the scenery lifted her mood. She searched for rain-related

songs and

began to sing.

Her voice was different compared to Emily’s. Emily had a clear, crisp voice, which made singing high

notes easier, while Violet had a lower, huskier voice that was perfect for singing love songs.

“Rainy days, I’m thinking ’bout you, what to say, wish I knew how to find the way right back to you…..”

While she sang the song, she gently swayed her legs and moved her body to match the beat.

At some point, the door behind her was pushed open, and Lucius showed up. He clenched his jaw

when he heard Violet singing.

Violet lost herself in her own singing, and old memories began to surface. She was completely

unaware of his appearance until-

“Whoosh!”

She was pushed off the window sill. She was completely unprepared, and she screamed before

reflexively turning around. She saw a cold face staring back at her.