Chapter 0087
Violet几个字没有吐出来,他这一定是做戏的吧,怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错,叫她为“Agatha“,所以就在
平时也将她当Violet了。
Lucius也在叫出口后惊觉自己的失误,随即改了语气,“以你那种速度拔草,怕是拔一年也拔不完。我已经请了 专业的人来处理,你从今天起,就呆在家里。闲得无聊的话去陪Grandma!”
听到他这些话,Violet更加确认自己的猜测,摸了摸鼻子,没精打采地上了楼。她没有去Regina房间,Regina没完 没了地问她是不是怀了孩子,只会增加她的委屈和负罪感。
她回房,坐在飘窗上,呆呆地盯着外面的草坪看。
不知坐了多久,等她回过神来时,天已经沉了下来,黄昏了。
门。从背后缓缓推开,早餐见了面后一直没有现过身的Lucius走了进来,一眼看到她被黄昏染了厚重的色彩,若隐 若现,心头有莫名的不畅。
“在看什么?”他轻问,语气比什么时候都温和。
Violet苦苦笑了一下,满腹心事的她哪里会感觉到他的变化,只应付般答,“随便看呗。
她能告诉他,她不想以这样的方式生儿育女,她想离开这里吗?
他走了过来,也坐到飘窗上。因为他的加入,整个空间显得逼仄起来。
“Violet……如果给你一次做Violet的机会,你想怎么做?”
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 add to her misery and guilt.
Instead. she returned to her room, sitting on the bay window, blankly staring at the lawn outside.
+15 BONOS
She sat for an unknown length of time, and when she came to 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 came over and sat beside her on the window seal, making the space feel cramped. “Violet, if I gave you a chance to be Violet, what would you do?”
