Chapter 0110
The meal arrived promptly. Violet handed Naomi the utensils, and began to eat with her head lowered.
Lucius was sitting opposite her, staring at the food in front of him. He poked at it with his fork, but didn’t actually eat anything.
Although the restaurant’s food was reasonably good, Lucius found himself unable to eat.
Instead, he spent the meal observing Violet and Naomi relish their food.
Violet was eagerly filling her mouth with food.
Lucius’s mood soured the more he watched, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation.
Having traveled a great distance to see her, he was met with Violet tearfully thinking about another man and eating merrily, seemingly indifferent to his appearance. Did he not matter to her
at all?
Naomi quickly left for work after the meal. Violet bid her farewell, then turned to see Lucius still
there.
“Just go on with your work. I need to head back to my office too,” she told him, waving goodbye.
“But I’m still hungry.” Lucius retorted.
He didn’t attempt to hold her back, but rubbed his stomach and appeared somewhat pitiful.
Her heart softened slightly, but she reminded him firmly, “You chose not to eat just now.”
“I don’t like eating out,” he stated candidly. “I prefer your cooking.”
“I don’t have a place to cook for you,” she said, making an excuse.
“Let’s go to your place,” Lucius suggested, countering her excuse.
However, Violet stood her ground.
“Is it that difficult to cook a meal for me? I’ll leave right after eating. Maybe I won’t return,” he
argued.
She reluctantly agreed, deciding to cook him one last meal before they parted ways. They would forget each other after this meal. She saw it as fulfilling his last wish and providing closure for
herself.
116 BONGS
Preparing the meal with extra care, possibly their final one together, Violet cooked diligently. An hour later, she served our delicious doches on the table.
Lucius exerty devsured the food eating as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Finishing, he wiped his mouth contented.
“Violet, since your cooking is to my liking. I’ll give you a chance. Come cook for me,” he offered, his tone suppesting he was doing her a favor.
Violet firmly rejected, “No.”
Her refusal bruised Lucius’s ego. Others begged for a chance to enter the Imperial Palace, but she was the first to boldly reject him.
“You’re just playing hard to get,” he accused directly.
Violet nearly laughed. She shot back “It that’s what you think, then let it be. If you really believe that go home and continue to believe so.”
She vowed never to engage in such games with him.
Lucius frowned. “What’s so bad about cooking for me? I can pay you ten times your current salary.
Tempting as it was, she didn’t need that much money. Her current earnings were sufficient for her and Naomi’s needs, and they were debt–free.
“Thank you, but I’d rather someone else take this opportunity.”
Her eyes showed genuine sincerity, truly meaning her words.
Lucius’s frustration escalated with each refusal from Violet. He abruptly raised his hand, and shouted, “Violet you…”
“Hey!”
Expecting he would strike her, Violet instinctively ducked.
However, Lucius’s hand caught her arm instead, lifting her chin with one hand and drawing her close with the other around her waist.
Confused about his intentions, Violet instinctively shut her eyes, and then she felt a soft touch on her lips–he was kissing her.
Upon realizing this, she opened her eyes wide and stared at him in shock and bewilderment.
“So, this is how I can get through to you,” he remarked with satisfaction, licking his lips before.
Violet found herself unable to resist his kisses, and was surprisingly entranced by them. She wondered if she was losing her mind. Then, regaining her senses, she bit down sharply.
“Ouch!”
Caught off guard amid his passionate kiss, Lucius reeled back, glaring at her in anger.
With flushed cheeks, Violet stepped back and walked away. “It’s late, I need to get back to the
office. I can’t stay here.”
She marveled at her ability to speak so calmly and composedly after such an encounter.
Violet quickly left her flat, fearing Lucius might follow if she lingered.
At the Wickham residence, Emily spotted her boyfriend standing at the door as she descended the
stairs.
She hurried over, calling, “Oliver, why are you just standing there? Come inside.”
Oliver’s face showed traces of anger, but his expression softened at the sight of Emily.
“Emily,” he murmured.
“Let’s go inside,” she suggested, linking her arm with his.
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Oliver gently pulled away. “Sorry.”
Sensing something was off, Emily asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
“I visited Violet,” he admitted.
Emily’s heart sank. “What did she say?”
“She won’t come to our engagement party.”
So that was why he went to see her sister. In reality, Emily didn’t care if Violet showed up to the party; in fact, she hoped Violet wouldn’t come up at all.
