Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 53

Violet had gleaned some insights from George earlier, but Naomi’s detailed account provided a fuller

picture.

She was stunned. She admired Lucius’s tolerance, but she questioned herself if this was the same

man she knew. Lucius had shown no such mercy toward her, seemingly determined to make her suffer.

Naomi’s comforting hand clasped Violet’s, offering reassurance.

“Aggie, don’t worry. If you show genuine remorse, he’ll eventually forgive you. He once despised me

deeply, yet

he never harmed me.”

“So, he decided I should work here?” Violet wondered, knowing how much Agatha irritated him.

“Yes, it was his decision. But considering how much we wronged him, I’m happy to work here as a way

to make amends,” Naomi confirmed.

“Mom,” Violet said, affected by Naomi’s immense love, “I’m sorry.”

She was apologizing on behalf of Agatha.

Naomi’s embrace was comforting, and she whispered, “Aggie, just being with you is my greatest joy.”

Back at the Imperial Palace, Lucius massaged his brow, his gaze inadvertently drifting outside.

He noticed several of his lovers playing volleyball on the grass, but Violet’s usual presence was

missing. Her

absence, having become a regular part of the scenery, was oddly noticeable.

At lunch, he asked nonchalantly, “Where has Agatha been assigned?”

George responded, “To the dog farm.”

Lucius gave a soft hum, aware that the dog farm was a strenuous place to work. He pictured Violet

worn out and possibly in tears from the laborious task.

He had logged into the surveillance system immediately upon returning to his study, perhaps to confirm

his

assumptions about her state.

Contrary to his expectations of a distressed scene, the screen displayed Violet comfortably nestled in

Naomi’s

embrace, presenting a rather heartwarming sight.

He zoomed in on the image and turned up the volume, catching Violet’s gentle laughter.

“Can I do it like this?”

“Sure, you can even do it that way.”

“That’s so much fun! Hehe!”

Frustrated, Lucius slammed his hand on the desk. George entered quickly, puzzled by Lucius’s sudden

anger.

“Has Agatha bewitched you?”

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George was sweating profusely, unsure what he had done wrong. Lucius coldly turned the surveillance

screen to him, and he understood the implication.

To be honest, he just followed Lucius’s directions to assign Violet the most difficult, filthy labor. He

never

anticipated Naomi’s appearance.

Admitting his error, George apologized, “I’m sorry, Master Lucius. It was an oversight on my part.”

Lucius stood, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Violet was now separated from Naomi,

struggling with a broom and a bucket of water, insisting on doing the work herself despite Naomi’s offer

to

help.

“George,” Lucius said, “don’t you notice a significant change in Agatha?”

“Change?” George, skilled as a butler, quickly understood Lucius’s implication. “Does Master Lucius

think Ms.

Agatha has grown more accustomed to hard work? She must try hard to minimize her penalty now that

she

has returned as a sinner without your protection.”

Lucius’s expression turned thoughtful, his brow furrowing.

“Is Master Lucius suspicious of something?” George prodded.

Lucius remained silent, his gaze narrowing with contemplation.

After a demanding day of work, Violet returned to the Imperial Palace in the afternoon.

Feeling tired but uplifted by Naomi’s affection, she was in good spirits. Humming a song in the shower, Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

she

noticed the rosy hue of her cheeks in the mirror.

After finishing her shower, Violet came out casually, wrapped only in a towel.

To her surprise, she found Lucius in her room, leaning against the bed with a serious expression.

Caught off guard, her singing halted suddenly. She stared at him, momentarily forgetting her scantily

clad

state.

“Feeling happy?” Lucius inquired.

Violet hesitated to respond, uncertain about what he was implying.

“You might be happy, but I’m not,” he stated flatly.

Feeling a surge of apprehension, Violet instinctively moved back. Memories of the previous night’s

punishment for his displeasure fresh in her mind.

From outside the slightly open door, voices discussed, “Has Master Lucius eaten dinner yet? Why

hasn’t it been arranged?”

“It’s ready, but Master Lucius…isn’t eating.”

Violet, with a quizzical look, asked, “You haven’t had dinner yet?”

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Her gaze inadvertently fell on his stomach, and she recalled his past stomach issues. Skipping meals

like this could only worsen his condition.

She looked at her clothes on the bed, near Lucius’s feet, and suggested softly, “I’ll make something for

you to

eat.”

Not daring to retrieve her clothes, she redressed in the clothes she had worn earlier.

Lucius watched her, but said nothing.

About twenty minutes later, Violet returned with a tray. On it was a bowl of gnocchi, garnished with

vegetables, looking appealing and fragrant.

She placed the tray on the table. “Let’s discuss after you’ve eaten.”

Lucius, however, didn’t move an inch.

Violet let out a resigned sigh, picked up the bowl, and began stirring it with a spoon. She scooped up a

gnocchi, blew on it gently, then held it out to him. “Open your mouth.”

Lucius obeyed, taking the gnocchi into his mouth and chewing it with grace.