Chapter 0072
After a moment of hesitation, Violet picked up the jacket and quietly exited the room.
Holding the jacket, she made her way to Lucius’s room, telling herself she was merely returning it, and gently
knocked on the door.
After a prolonged silence, assuming Lucius wasn’t there, she turned to leave.
But then, the door suddenly opened. She felt a strong grip on her waist, and she was swiftly pulled inside.
Caught completely by surprise, Violet was pulled into the room without a chance to react.
In the dimly lit room, Violet struggled to see clearly. The man’s hot breath was scorching against her face, the
intensity was almost overwhelming. His strong arms pinned her shoulders to the wall, the heat from his palm
radiating through her.
“…”
She attempted to lift the jacket.
Lucius interrupted her by leaning in to kiss her.
“Mmmh!”
Startled, her eyes widened in disbelief, barely discerning his silhouette. His body was tense, and his kiss was
assertive. To prevent her from resisting, he even went so far as to grip her wrists, restricting her movements.
Initially, his kiss seemed like a form of retribution. But as their lips met, he found her unexpectedly sweet,
intensifying the kiss until a sharp pain on his tongue and the taste of blood brought him back to reality.
He withdrew abruptly.
Violet, seizing the moment, tried to push him away but found herself weak, sliding down instead.
Clutching her chest, she gasped for air, grateful she had bitten him, or else she might have suffocated.
“I just came…to return your jacket,” she managed to say after catching her breath.
Her panting seemed to aggravate Lucius’s anger.
He lifted her to his eye level, saying accusingly, “Choosing this time and in that dress to return my jacket, don’t
pretend you had no other motives.”
Violet remained silent, knowing he wouldn’t believe her lack of ulterior motives.
Eventually, Lucius calmed and released her, proposing, “What do you want? I admit you’ve caught my interest
again. You won’t be treated the same as before, but you can stay in my bed until I find someone else.”
To some, this might seem like an opportunity; but for Violet, it was an insult.
She responded with a cold laugh. “Not everyone is eager to be in your bed. Don’t flatter yourself!”
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Violet threw the jacket at him and left the room.
Outside, a breeze greeted her. It wasn’t cold, but she wrapped her arms around herself tightly.
Why did his words stir such distress in her? Had she unwittingly fallen for Lucius too?
Violet firmly covered her head as the thought occurred to her.
How could she possibly harbor feelings for him? This was the man who had forced her into a
role she resented, who had belittled, attacked, and confined her–she was supposed to despise him.
Despite her inner turmoil, Violet continued wearing the stylish clothes to please Regina, but she made a
conscious effort to steer clear of Lucius, ensuring their paths seldom crossed.
Lucius, on his part, appeared unconcerned with Violet, his attention solely on his grandmother.
His interactions with Violet were purely functional, speaking to her only as a master would to a servant.
Violet was resigned to this state of affairs, recognizing that any deeper connection with Lucius was out of the
question.
After attending Regina, Violet headed downstairs to eat. The hot weather had sapped her appetite, so she
requested a chilled fruit salad from the chef.
Refreshing as it was, the cold dish had unexpected consequences.
Violet had overlooked the fact that it was the day her menstrual cycle was due.
Within half an hour, she was wracked with severe abdominal pain. She struggled to ascend the stairs, finally collapsing in agony in a secluded part.of the house.
After what felt like an eternity, she heard Lucius’s voice say, “Why are you here like this?”
Barely conscious of his presence, Violet leaned weakly against the wall, unable to raise her head.
“I’ll take care of Grandma shortly,” she whispered, her voice quivering in an attempt to sound composed.
Lucius, seeing her pale, sweat–soaked face and feeling her alarmingly cold body, grew concerned.
“What’s wrong with you?” he demanded.
“It’s nothing,” she replied, shaking her head and trying to squat down again.
Lucius, refusing to let her, insisted on an explanation.
Reluctantly, Violet admitted, “I ate something cold.”
“You’ve had cold dishes here before!”
His implication that she might be exaggerating mortified her. Violet had to explain, “It’s usually fine, but not
right before my period.”
“Knowing this, you still ate it?”
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His shout echoed in her ears. Before she could respond, Lucius had swept her up and was carrying her away.
“Lucius…” she murmured.
He said nothing, taking her to her room and laying her on the bed.
Once she was settled, he asked, “What do you need?”
Embarrassed, Violet turned away and muttered, “I need…sanitary pads.”
Lucius’s face darkened.
He left the room abruptly, the door slamming shut behind him.
Curling up on the bed, Violet clutched her stomach, realizing how awkward her request must have seemed to a man as proud as Lucius.
She had intended to wait until the pain subsided before getting the pads herself.
Meanwhile, Lucius strode downstairs, nearly bumping into George, who quickly stepped aside to avoid him.
