Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0085

By the tLucius was done, Violet's body was soft and limp.

Lucius licked his lips blissfully, understanding that this was the taste he had been yearning for.

This was amazing, he thought. He saw this as a perfect chance to gratify himself while also impregnating her.

with the intention that he could easily let her go once he had his fill.

Lucius found pleasure at night, but Violet treated him coldly throughout the day.

She had purposefully avoided him ever since he forced himself on her.

At night, when he forcefully took what he wanted, she remained silent, biting her lip.

He despised this; to be chosen by him was a dream for many; she should be grateful on her knees.

Violet's disregard only fueled his resolve to torment and wound her, to make her plead for mercy.

However, she refused to yield, even when her lips were bitten to the point of blood or when she tore the sheets

in agony.

This behavior was entirely unlike Agatha’s!

Lucius becincreasingly aware of the change. Realizing it provided him no joy, only frustration and sorrow.

Understanding it didn’t bring him happiness, but rather persistent annoyance and despair. He acted more

oppressively towards Violet, attempting to force out the familiar Agatha’s nature in her.

In the past, she would comply with him to make things easier, but on the issue of childbirth, she found herself

unable to do so. The idea of conceiving his child and then abandoning it was unthinkable for her.

Violet believed that a child should be born out of love and deserve affection from both parents, growing up in

their presence. If such an environment couldn’t be ensured, she felt it was preferable not to have children.

Having experienced a life devoid of maternal affection, Violet was reluctant to bring a child into the world,

despite her longing for freedom.

Each interaction with Lucius was agonizing for her because of the weight of these emotions. She found it.

impossible to react to or satisfy him.

Night after night passed in their conflicted encounters.

Cmorning, rapid footsteps were heard in the hallway, soon followed by a knock on the door, “Master

Lucius.”

It was George.

Lucius had just concluded his nightly activities with Violet. Violet, worn out, had fallen asleep, but Lucius

remained beside her.

Gazing at the woman in his embrace, he was flooded with conflicting feelings. Feeling her soft, warm body, he

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The early arrival of George indicated something urgent.

With a sigh, Lucius left the bed, carefully covering Violet with the blanket.

Her petite form was entirely concealed by the blanket, with only her fair face showing.

Lucius casually threw on a robe and stepped outside.

George hesitated to speak, glancing at the door to the room, conscious of Violet's presence there.

Lucius guided him to an isolated balcony. “What is it?”

His voice was weary, with a hint of annoyance.

George took a moment before speaking, his gaze downcast, “Our people have confirmed it, sir. Ms. Agatha...

She's still with Edur.”

Lucius’s previously calm face suddenly turned rigid, his body tensing.

He had faced many challenges, but this news was particularly striking. Despite having planned a future with

Violet, even considering a child, he was shocked by this revelation.

He had suspected Violet was not Agatha, but the confirmation ctoo quickly.

“What's your plan, Master Lucius?” George inquired gently.

Lucius stayed quiet for a lengthy period of time.

George nodded in understanding, and departed silently.

Lucius firmly stated, “Keep this information to yourself, and that includes not telling Violet.”

George, though puzzled, simply responded with a “yes.”

Lucius lingered on the balcony for a long time, smoking several cigarettes in succession, a habit he typically

found distasteful. The ground around him was littered with ash and discarded cigarette butts.

After finishing his fifth cigarette, he went back to the room.

There, Violet lay wrapped in the blanket, her fair face visible.

Her eyelashes were thick and beautifully fanned above her eyes, enhancing her stunning features, except for her

lips, which bore bloodstains and wounds from being bitten, adding a touch of disarray to her look.

Lucius gently reached out to caress her face, tracing her features and finally pausing at her eyes. He realized he

couldn't bear to part with her.

+15 BONOS

The early arrival of George indicated something urgent.

With a sigh, Lucius left the bed, carefully covering Violet with the blanket.

Her petite form was entirely concealed by the blanket, with only her fair face showing.

Lucius casually threw on a robe and stepped outside.

George hesitated to speak, glancing at the door to the room, conscious of Violet's presence there.

Lucius guided him to an isolated balcony. “What is it?”

His voice was weary, with a hint of annoyance.

George took a moment before speaking, his gaze downcast, “Our people have confirmed it, sir. Ms. Agatha-

She's still with Edur.”

Lucius’s previously calm face suddenly turned rigid, his body tensing.

He had faced many challenges, but this news was particularly striking. Despite having planned a future with

Violet, even considering a child, he was shocked by this revelation.

He had suspected Violet was not Agatha, but the confirmation ctoo quickly.

“What's your plan, Master Lucius?” George inquired gently.

Lucius stayed quiet for a lengthy period of time.

George nodded in understanding, and departed silently.

Lucius firmly stated, “Keep this information to yourself, and that includes not telling Violet.”

George, though puzzled, simply responded with a “yes.”

Lucius lingered on the balcony for a long time, smoking several cigarettes in succession, a habit he typically

found distasteful. The ground around him was littered with ash and discarded cigarette butts.

After finishing his fifth cigarette, he went back to the room.

There, Violet lay wrapped in the blanket, her fair face visible.

Her eyelashes were thick and beautifully fanned above her eyes, enhancing her stunning features, except for her

lips, which bore bloodstains and wounds from being bitten, adding a touch of disarray to her look.

Lucius gently reached out to caress her face, tracing her features and finally pausing at her eyes. He realized he

couldn't bear to part with her.