Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 78

Violet observed this exchange, stunned. Was she just sold off like this? She noticed a flicker of hope in

Lucius’s stern expression, recognizing that he was only attempting to satisfy Regina.

“Now, go downstairs for dinner, both of you. Eat well. Vivi, you don’t need to look after me tonight.

Instead,

focus on providing me with a healthy great–grandson,” Regina instructed, signaling for them to leave.

Descending the stairs, Violet felt a wave of relief.

At the dining table, a lavish spread awaited them. George, the butler, politely gestured. “Ms. Agatha,

please.”

Violet hadn’t shared a meal with Lucius in a long time, often eating in the kitchen, feeling undeserving

of dining with him and anxious about possibly getting indigestion.

Yet, George’s gesture placed Violet in an awkward position.

She looked to Lucius for direction, expecting that he would refuse to share a meal with her. To her

amazement.

he moved toward the table, disregarding her look of inquiry.

“Madam Davis has arranged this,” George murmured.

Only Regina had the authority to overthrow Lucius in this household.

With reluctance, Violet seated herself at the table’s farthest end, maintaining a significant gap between

Lucius and the food.

Despite the distance, her hunger prevailed after a day’s labor outside. She began to greedily devour

her dinner. unconcerned about the lack of dishes.

After wolfing down two heaping plates of pasta, she felt rejuvenated and wiped her mouth clean.

Lucius, on the other hand, ate slowly and almost artistically.

As she rose to leave, he finally addressed her. “Come back! Sit down.”

Confused, Violet reseated herself. It seemed he merely wanted her to remain seated until he finished

his meal.

She cursed his domineering demeanor in her mind.

She waited for him to finish, then trailed behind him upstairs, deliberately slowing her steps to keep

their distance.

At the staircase’s top, Lucius halted, and asked, “Agatha, do you resent me?”

Violet did, but couldn’t voice it. Thus, she stayed quiet.

“You were cursing me, weren’t you?” he deduced.

Violet was startled. His perception was sharp, yet he seemed blind to her repeated inner assertions

that she wasn’t Agatha.

“You don’t wish to be Agatha?” he asked, seemingly aware.

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“Yes,” she answered quickly, nodding. Could this be a sign of her liberation at hand?

“What would you do if I allowed you to stop being Agatha?” he asked.

“Well, I’d…”

“Stop!” He cut her off abruptly, unwilling to listen to her answer. “You’ve managed to gain Grandma’s

favor. This is your final opportunity. Grandma desires a grandchild, and we’d have one.”

“Have… a child?”

Before she could grasp the situation, he drew her in forcefully, his lips pressing against hers with Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

intensity. right there in the corridor, of all places.

Lucius had the power to cloud her mind, making her respond to him while she lost awareness of their

surroundings.

His touch burned, setting ablaze a fire within her.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, Violet forgot her fatigue, succumbing to his embrace. His

presence was overpowering, even overshadowing the fragrance of the sweetest flowers outside.

Clutching onto him weakly, she felt as if she were clinging to a lifeline. Yet, she was also harboring the

wild

thought of being drowned in this moment.

His lips trailed to her ear, murmuring. “However, I no longer wish to touch you, so… We’ll opt for IVF.”

With those words, he released her.

Stunned, Violet stood in the hallway, struggling to understand his sudden shift from warmth to

coldness.

Lucius settled on the sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and an ultrasound report in the other, the sole

reminder

of Agatha’s pregnancy.

Initially elated at the news of her pregnancy, he cherished the report. However, her departure, followed

by the

abortion, changed everything.

He liked her body; they could have joyfully spent nights together, naturally conceiving. But

he wished to deny her that joy, especially regarding having a child.

The ordeal of IVF, with its accompanying discomfort and Indignity, was something he wanted her to

endure.

Of course, if she dared to abort the child again, he resolved to subject her to IVF repeatedly until a child

was

born.

He casually set down the wine glass, picking up a lighter.

With a click, the lighter’s blue flame danced in the room. He held the ultrasound report over the flame,

filling

the room with the scent of burning paper.

In bed, Violet lay awake, her fatigue forgotten. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw Lucius’s

passionate

embrace in the corridor and his chilling final words.

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The thought of IVF disturbed her. He couldn’t seriously intend to make her bear a child, could he?

Deep down, she felt destined to leave. In this era, losing her virginity was trivial, but the idea of bearing

a child was something she couldn’t even start to imagine.