Chapter 0108
Lucius grappled with his emotions upon seeing Violet in tears after she shattered a cup.
He realizes that her distress wasn’t about the broken cup but about Oliver, which disturbed him deeply. He wasn’t such a moron as to overlook the underlying source of her anguish.
Upon seeing Violet in tears for another man, Lucius felt a wave of anger rush over him. He marched towards her, seized her by the shoulder, and spun her around to face him.
“Lucius?” Violet’s face streaked with tears. She was startled at his sudden appearance.
“Who else did you expect?” he replied icily.
Violet hung her head, remaining silent and visibly distraught.
Lucius gripped her shoulder tightly and shook her, demanding in a raised voice. “Speak up!”
His hold was firm, shaking her with ease as though she were merely a doll.
Sensing Violet’s frailty beneath his touch, Lucius’s face turned even colder. He questioned her harshly, “Which man had caused you to turn yourself into such a miserable state?”
Violet, biting her lip, attempted to pull away. “It’s none of your business!”
This response only deepened Lucius’s scowl. “None of my business?”
Grasping her chin firmly, he forced her to meet his gaze. He reminded her sharply, “You’ve stayed in my house and shared my bed. How can you say it’s none of my business?”
Violet, feeling cornered, shot back, “Remember, this all started because of your mistaking me for Agatha. None of this should have happened.”
Lucius’s grip intensified, nearly wrenching her chin off in his rage.
Her words only fueled his anger, confirming his suspicion that he meant little to her. His fury was
so intense that it could set the mall ablaze.
“Violet, you’ve got some nerve!” he thundered, his breath hot on her face.
His presence was overpowering and intimidating, yet he suddenly released her chin. This action caused Violet to stumble, barely managing to steady herself.
Lucius pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his hands, not out of disgust for her but agitated by her tears for another man.
After cleaning his hands, he tossed the handkerchief at Violet and commanded, “Wipe your tears
off!”
Violet failed to catch it. She remained motionless, allowing the handkerchief to slide from her face to her chest and eventually to the ground.
Lucius grabbed her arm, and started to pull her outside as his rage grew.
Struggling to keep up, Violet stumbled and warned him in a low voice, “Let go of me, or I’ll call the
police!”
Lucius responded with a scornful smirk, “If you believe you can influence the police, go ahead and
call them!”
Ultimately, Violet refrained from calling. She recalled his too–pleasant interactions with the cops and recognized that, in the face of money and power, concepts of justice and fairness were merely illusions.
Lucius dragged her to the car, the rough handling causing her pain.
Reflecting on the pain and humiliation she had suffered at Oliver’s hands and now Lucius’s bullying, Violet’s tears flowed even more freely.
“Stop crying!” Lucius commanded.
Violet’s sobs just made Lucius angrier, like a ferocious beast imprisoned in a cage.
Unable to contain her emotions, Violet’s tears flowed even more fiercely.
Lucius launched a punch in a frenzy of rage.
Anticipating a violent reaction from Lucius, she was caught off guard when he instead vented his anger on the car seat, his fist missing her by a mere swerve.
His face was near hers before she could react, and then…his lips sealed hers.
His abrupt change in behavior surprised Violet.
Wildly, Lucius pushed into her lips and fiercely swirled her tongue, leaving her feeling absolutely overwhelmed. He grabbed her waist and drew her closer, pressing his strong chest against hers.
She shut her eyes.
“Open them!” he exclaimed.
He attempted to force her to confront the reality of who was kissing her.
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Her eyes widened in shock, allowing him to continue.
She tried to fight him off, but his chest was too hard, and his arms were too strong, rendering her
fight fruitless.
He finally let her go when she was practically out of breath and on the verge of fainting.
“Violet, have you never kissed a man before?” he asked, observing her inexperience.
Lucius had seen her inexperienced reactions before, but had initially dismissed them as pretense.
As his feelings for her deepened, these small details became more significant to him.
He could tell she was fond of Oliver.
“That man you’re always thinking about, is that Oliver?”
Violet was taken aback that he remembered. So was Lucius, known for not bothering to remember
the women he had been with. Yet, he remembered the name of the man she liked.
She wiped her lips, and stayed silent.
“Has he ever kissed you?” Lucius asked, his tone now dangerous as he demanded an answer.
She glared at him with disdain, rebuked, “Do you think everyone is like you? A casanova?”
Her blunt response seemed to please Lucius, who smirked. “So, I am indeed your first man, and that was really your first time?”
The answer was self–evident. Violet’s ears were burning after that powerful kiss, and her former
despair had vanished.
She remained silent, merely lowering her head and wiping her tears away with the back of her
hand.
