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Chapter 132
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Lucius’s actions surprised Violet. She cried out in alarm, “What are you doing?”
Silent and determined, he grasped her firmly. “What are you trying to do?”
Ignoring her pleas, Lucius marched forward with long steps, straight for a special passage. He was
seemingly indifferent to her protests.
Fear engulfed Violet as she struggled to understand his motives.
The special passage was brightly lit and harshly illuminated his face, revealing his icy demeanor. Trying
to break free, she stopped when he violently shattered a lamp on the wall.
She finally quieted down, panted, and scowled at him.
Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips, falling to the floor drop–by–drop. His face was dark and
brooding, but he showed no signs of pain, as if his hand had become severed from his nerves.
Lucius then released her, his voice heavy with emotion. “Do I mean nothing to you?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
Confused and unsure of how to respond. She was overcome with sympathy as she stared blankly
at his wounded hand.
He pressed for an answer, “Speak!”
Hesitantly, she asked, “What do you expect me to say?”
“Define what I represent in your life!”
What did Lucius mean to her? Agatha had already taken up residence in his heart. What would he
do if she declared her feelings or love for him? Surely, he would mock her.
“In reality, we don’t have any relationships, do we?” she responded cautiously,
“Really?” His reply was laced with a bitter resignation.
He nodded, a cold smirk crossing his face, and agreed. “You’re right. We’re nothing to each other.”
Then, he walked away, leaving her standing alone and rooted to the spot, until he disappeared from
sight. She felt uneasy as she glanced at the puddle of blood on the floor.
She returned to her office to pack her belongings and went home because she was no longer in the
mood to work.
As she reached the door, she recalled her forgotten promise to join him for a drink. In the midst of
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He must be upset, she reasoned. He was a proud and aloof man, yet she had ignored him.
Why was there such a huge gap between them?
Lucius was like the sun shining brightly in the sky in Violet’s mind, desirable yet unattainable.
A call from George that night abruptly woke Violet up.
“Ms. Violet, can you come over now?”
“What’s happened?”
“Master Lucius. He’s injured and refuses to be bandaged. Please, we need your help.”
George’s urgent request jolted her awake. It had been hours since they parted.
“Has the wound been open all this time?” she asked, concerned.
“Yes, and his blood clotting is poor. He could bleed out without medicines and bandaging.”
These final words worried Violet. She leaped out of bed and dashed out the door, forgetting to change
her clothing in her haste.
“What’s going on?” Naomi asked after being awakened by the commotion.
“It’s nothing.” Violet assured her, though she was already rushing out the door.
Stepping outside, Violet immediately felt the chill against her thinly–clad body, but there was no time to
dwell on it. She raised her hand to flag down a cab.
“Ms. Violet,” called a voice from a car that had just stopped before her, driven by an unknown
driver.
“Mr. George sent me for you,” he explained, offering her a phone.
George’s voice confirmed the arrangement, expressing gratitude for her presence.
Without hesitation, Violet entered the vehicle, which took her to the most opulent hotel in the city.
There, she was ushered into a penthouse, where George and Lucius awaited.
Upon seeing Violet, George expressed relief. “Ms. Violet, I’m glad you can make it.”
He led her to the room where Lucius was.
Lucius was clutching a glass of wine in one hand, his other hand was bandaged, and blood oozed
through it and dropped to the floor.
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The doctor present seemed reluctant to approach.
Lucius’s eyes briefly softened upon seeing Violet, then turned icy.
“Why are you here?” he questioned coldly.
Ignoring his query, Violet walked over and was concerned about his injury. “Why
didn’t you let the doctor treat you?”
Lucius pulled away and stated, “It’s none of your business!”
“What do you mean, it’s none of my concern? What would I do if something were to happen to you?
Violet’s words were blurted out impulsively. This unexpected confession surprised both of them. She
hadn’t expected herself to voice such deep concern.
Puzzled, Lucius sought clarification. “What do you mean?”
She avoided giving him a clear answer. She sought for his hand once more, and said, “It’s my fault
for losing track of time. Please allow the doctor to stop the bleeding.”
He remained motionless, insistent on a clear response from Violet. Violet’s strength weakened at
the sight of the blood, and she muttered, “I feel dizzy.”
“Hurry up and bandage it!” Lucius said, softening his stance and glaring at the doctor.
The doctor approached promptly with the necessary medical supplies.
As Violet tenderly held Lucius’s hand to alleviate his discomfort, she inadvertently pressed her
chest against his clenched fist.
Sensing the soft contact, Lucius looked up sharply, his face clouding over with displeasure.