Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 87

Chapter 0087

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Rest upstairs? Getting rested to fulfill his desire to bear his child?

Preferring not to dwell on such humiliating thoughts while idle, she shook her head and said, “I'd rather stick

to weeding.”

“Violet!” Lucius exploded in anger. His shout was so loud that it made the dining room tremble.

Violet stopped in her tracks and asked in confusion. “You're calling me...”

Before she could finish, she realized he must be putting on an act, perhaps afraid of accidentally calling Agatha”

in front of Regina. So, he was addressing her as Violet even in private.

Lucius, too, realized his slip after calling out her name, then quickly changed his tone, “With the speed you

weed, it would take a year to finish. I've hired professionals to handle it. From today on, you stay at home. If

you're bored, go keep Grandma company!”

Hearing this, Violet was even more convinced of her suspicion. She touched her nose and went upstairs.

listlessly.

She didn’t visit Regina's room; the old woman's endless questioning about whether she was pregnant would only

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add to her misery and guilt.

Instead. she returned to her room, sitting on the bay window, blankly staring at the lawn outside.

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She sat for an unknown length of time, and when she cto her senses, the day had already turned to dusk.

The door slowly opened from behind, and Lucius, who she hadn't seen since breakfast, walked in.

He saw her engulfed by the twilight, indistinct and shadowy, feeling an unexplained discomfort in his heart.

“What are you looking at?” he asked softly, his tone gentler than ever.

Violet gave a bitter mile, burdened with her thoughts, and replied nonchalantly, “Just looking.”

Could she tell him she didn’t want to have children this way and that she wanted to leave?

He cover and sat beside her on the window seal, making the space feel cramped. “Violet, if | gave you a

chance to be Violet, what would you do?”