Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 76

With some hesitation, he opened Lucius’s door.

“Master Lucius, there’s something…I need to inform you about.”

“Out with it!” Lucius spat, his brow wrinkled in frustration.

George looked out the window, worried that Lucius would tear him apart after hearing the news–certain

information he had only recently acquired himself.

“Ms. Agatha might not have undergone plastic surgery,” he stated cautiously.

Lucius’s eyes narrowed into a severe glare, and his stare was so intense that George could hardly bear

it.

“Explain!” demanded Lucius.

With no choice but to continue, George said, “Yesterday, Edur’s men were seen shopping for women’s

clothing. choosing styles that Ms. Agatha favors.”

The Imperial Palace mall wasn’t for everyone, with single pieces of apparel sometimes costing millions

of dollars, enough to last a regular person a lifetime.

Seeing Lucius’s darkening visage, George trembled involuntarily, “I’m sorry, I failed in my duties.”

Lucius had entrusted George with the task of finding Agatha. George had been confident in the person

they found to be Agatha, but now, he wasn’t so sure…

“However, it remains unclear whether we were mistaken. Edur is well–known for his ruses. He likely

anticipated that buying Ms. Agatha’s clothes from our mall would arouse suspicion. It might be just a

diversion to confuse you.”

George added, considering the possibility of a deception.

Lucius responded with a cold hum, “Apparently, the pressure I’ve been applying isn’t sufficient. He’s still

finding time for such games.”

A subtle smirk appeared on Lucius’s lips, but it was laced with malice.

His employer was no longer the gentleman he once was; he had transformed into a cold–blooded

Satan, and those who angered him. George could only picture the pain Edur would go through for

crossing him.

Lucius then stepped outside.

“Master Lucius, regarding Ms. Agatha…”

“Get

“Get to the bottom of this. Find out the truth!“.

“Yes, Master Lucius.”

A wave of intense heat hit Lucius as he was leaving the building, making him sweat profusely. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

George came quickly, holding an umbrella equipped with a built–in fan. Despite the innovative design, it

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Lucius dismissed the umbrella with a wave of his hand.

“Get back to work,” he commanded.

George promptly left to carry out his tasks, daring not to linger around.

Lucius made his way to the lawn, steadily approaching Violet, who was a small, noticeable figure

amidst the greenery, stopping about ten meters from her.

Violet, focused on her task with her back towards him, was oblivious to his presence. She continued to

weed

the garden, periodically wiping away sweat.

The air she breathed was thick and hot, making breathing laborious, yet she persisted without pause.

Lucius observed her intently, noting the persistent movement of her slender arms and feeling an

inexplicable pull in his heart. He moved closer until his body cast a shadow over her, providing relief

from the sun.

Violet noticed the sudden shadow, looked up, and turned when she recognized the human form.

Feeling the sudden shade, Violet looked up in confusion. Recognizing the human silhouette, she turned

around and was surprised to see Lucius.

Despite the severe heat, Lucius managed to maintain a cool and composed appearance, with sweat on

his forehead being the only sign of discomfort.

Violet released the grass she was holding in confusion, and defended herself. “I haven’t been slacking

off.”

Lucius remained silent, absorbing her subtle actions.

Her face was pale, covered in continuous sweat. Her clothes were drenched and clinging tightly to her

body. rendering them nearly see–through. Her chest heaved laboriously, visibly struggling under the

oppressive heat.

“Why are you out here, willingly pulling weeds?” he asked.

Violet felt as if she had overheard the world’s biggest joke.

Willingly? Violet internally questioned how Lucius could perceive her actions as willing. However, she

refrained from expressing these thoughts to avoid provoking him.

This man was tolerable when quiet, but absolutely terrifying when enraged.

“What choice do I have but to go along with it?” she answered, her voice laced with a subtle

unwillingness, despite trying to be diplomatic.

He misunderstood her reply, pressing further. “Are you finally admitting that you’re Agatha?”

“Yes, I accept it!” she responded with frustration, eager to end the conversation.

After hearing her response, Lucius turned to leave. What he really needed was a denial–an intense

declaration that she wasn’t Agatha like before.

Violet’s admission disappointed and upset him greatly. Agatha, in his opinion, was an unforgiving sinner

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He went inside and straight upstairs, spending the rest of his time beside Regina’s bed.

Despite Regina’s subtle hints about the extreme weather outdoors, Lucius appeared indifferent, as

though her. words didn’t reach him.

Violet struggled to endure the day’s challenges. By the time a servant informed her that her task was

complete, she was physically drained. She sat weakly on the grass.

Her body felt like it was on fire, and her abdomen was bone–chillingly cold. She was still in the midst of

her menstrual cycle.

Clutching her stomach, she made her way back to the house, harboring a deep resentment towards

Lucius.