Chapter 0090
Violet remained on guard around him. Startled awake in bed, she exclaimed, “Why are you here again?”
Lucius, visibly irritated, grumbled coldly. He settled himself on the bed, and snatched the blanket over himself.
Violet, taken aback, asked, “Hadn’t we already agreed? What’s this about?”
“I’m sleeping!” he snapped back.
He drew her into the bed and wrapped the blanket around them securely. She found herself cocooned with him, squeezing her body against his fiercely hard shape.
“Lucius!”
“Just go to sleep!”
“But you’re…”
“Sleep. I said!”
Lucius found a cozy spot, encircling her in his arms as though she were a cushion, pressing her head against
his neck.
No further moves were made. They both drifted into sleep.
Violet sensed the surreal nature of the moment, anxious that he might make another move.
She lay rigid, her eyes wide open..
A few minutes later, his regular breathing suggested he was asleep.
She peered up in disbelief; his eyes were indeed shut. His facial expression, softened by the dim light, contrasted with his daytime demeanor, yet his grip around her remained firm and possessive.
He clasped her so tightly to his chest that turning was impossible. Attempting a slight shift, she felt his arms constrict further, drawing her even closer.
Resigned, she ceased moving, settling quietly in his embrace.
This was her first experience of being held in sleep like this, and she struggled to adapt, unable to find sleep.
She gazed at Lucius, puzzled as to why he had suddenly changed his attitude toward her.
Violet found no answers to her previous questions and eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Upon waking, Lucius’s arms were still encircling her.
A deep, yet soothing voice from above asked, “You’re awake?”
She didn’t dare glance up, instead responding with a murmur. Last night’s unanswered
questions resurfaced: What was wrong with him?
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“I’ve got work to do. You’re in charge of cooking during the day,” he said as he pushed himself out of bed.
Violet stayed quiet, still cocooned in the blanket.
She observed Lucius confidently walking into the bathroom for a shower, nonchalantly leaving the door open.
As he undressed, his toned, sculptured physique and tanned muscles were exposed. Violet quickly averted her
gaze, refusing to look any further.
He purposefully faced her, calling out, “Fetch me some pajamas from the closet.”
“Why can’t you get them yourself?” she replied, unaccustomed to serving others.
“Should I come out to get them?” he questioned, implying he might step out of the shower area in his bare
state.
Violet, knowing full well he was naked, hurriedly rose to get the pajamas, saying. “I’ll get them.”
His deep laughter followed her, resonating like a cello.
Was that funny? She mused internally, entering his extensive walk–in closet.
The closet was remarkably large. Despite her familiarity with the place, this was her first time inside.
Every item, from clothes to shoes to belts and watches, was meticulously arranged in separate compartments.
almost like a showroom.
She couldn’t ignore the opulence of the closet, made of tercolia wood, a material pricier than gold, and found herself silently critiquing his lavishness.
Then, she randomly grabbed a pajama and walked out, only to be startled upon returning.
Lucius had emerged from the bathroom in his natural state.
Why did he ask for pajamas if he was just going to come out like this?
Clutching the pajamas tightly, she refused to let go as she used them to shield her eyes.
“What? Are you going to dress me?” he asked in a cold yet teasing tone from above.
Violet let go of the pajamas just in time to notice the playful glint in his eyes.
She realized Lucius was acting more peculiarly than usual. But in such a situation, she wasn’t in the mood to dwell on it and quickly fled from the room.
Seeing her dash out like a frightened mouse, Lucius felt a rare sense of satisfaction, smiling genuinely for the first time in ages.
After freshening up and coming downstairs, Violet found no sign of Lucius.
George assembled the staff at the entrance, and announced, “Master Lucius will be occupied with work for the next few days. Ensure you don’t disturb him!”
The servants understood the gravity of the situation, well aware of Lucius’s meticulous nature during work.
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Violet didn’t probe, and proceeded to have her breakfast at the dining table.
As per the arrangement, Violet prepared Lucius’s lunch. She handed the dish to a servant, instructing, “Please
take this to him.”
The servant returned shortly with the untouched plate.
“Isn’t he eating?” Violet asked, wondering if the repetitive menu had become unappealing.
“No, it’s not that.” George clarified, shaking his head, “Master Lucius specifically requested that Ms. Agatha
serve his meals.”
