Classic Novel
Chapter 45
Chapter 45
Chapter 0045
All he had was a handsome face. Why were so many women hell-bent on becoming his lover?
Everyone left. Violet silently took out the number of pills prescribed and gave them to Lucius. “Take
your
medicine.”
Lucius opened his eyes. He took the medicine without a word and swallowed it. Then, he drank some
water
before handing back the glass to Violet. Once done, he laid down and shut his eyes.
The dim light shone on his face and made him less aggressive than usual. He looked like a child that
was
much more approachable.
Violet carried out her duties meticulously. Once every half an hour, she put a thermometer into his ear
to check his temperature. Since she took care of the comatose Oliver for more than a year, taking care
of others
was not a big deal to her.
Lucius was actually fine and showed no signs of a fever. Violet stretched her arms and felt the
irresistible tug
of sleep. So, she went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.
More than once she had done this to wake herself up while keeping watch over Oliver. She had
believed that if she could just stay awake, she would see the miracle of Oliver waking up, but when it
truly happened, she was
not around to witness it and had no part to play in it.
The past rose to the forefront of Violet’s mind, and her heart clenched in pain once again. It hurt so
much that
she felt like her heart was about to be cut to pieces.
Bam!
A muffled thud from the room snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly rushed out to check on
Lucius. Under the dim, yellow light from the bedside table, Lucius’s features were scrunched together,
and his eyes were shut. He appeared to be in great pain. Was it the stomachache? His hands were
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Violet was shocked, but she ran over to hold his hand. “What’s wrong, Lucius?”
His hand was cold. If she had not seen him moving, she would have thought that he was dead.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face turned even paler.
“You’re scaring me here…” Violet could not figure out what was wrong with Lucius, so she got up to
look for
the doctor.
But Lucius grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
“Don’t,” he whispered.
Violet’s heart skipped a beat. He sounded so helpless. It was completely opposite of how he usually
acted. Violet had not expected the high-and-mighty Lucius to have moments of weakness like any
other human
being.
His palms were covered in sweat, but she did not find it unbearable. Instead, she wanted to protect
him.
Had she lost her mind? Was it because the dim light gave the room a tender atmosphere?
Before Violet could even figure out why she felt this way, Lucius opened his eyes. His gaze was filled
with an emotion she could not decipher, but he did not seem to recognize her. He frowned. Then, his
gaze turned sharp, and he shoved her away.
Caught off guard, Violet stumbled backward, and her back slammed into her bed that had yet to be
removed. Pain flared in her waist, and she felt like it was about to break.
“Lucius, you…..”
“Get out!”
Violet was chased out. She returned to her room while cradling her hurting waist. When she shut her
eyes, she remembered the hate on Lucius’s face, and she trembled in fear.
“Madam, please make some bland porridge for Master Lucius. His stomach is upset, so he can’t eat
any solids.”
When she got up, she saw George standing at the door.
Violet rubbed her still aching waist, and displeasure was rife on her face. “Are his abs just for show?
Why is his stomach so bad?”
George’s expression changed, and his gaze became indecipherable. “Master Lucius had a terrible
injury to his stomach in the past. Even though it got better after treatment and training, he still has
digestion problems. Madam, you might think that taking care of him is troublesome, but this wouldn’t
have happened if not for
you.”