NovelBookChapter 0078
Violet observed this exchange, stunned. Was she just sold off like this? She noticed a flicker of hope in
Lucius’s stern expression, recognizing that he was only attempting to satisfy Regina.
“Now, go downstairs for dinner, both of you. Eat well. Vivi, you don’t need to look aftertonight. Instead,
focus on providingwith a healthy great-grandson,” Regina instructed, signaling for them to leave.
Descending the stairs, Violet felt a wave of relief.
At the dining table, a lavish spread awaited them. George, the butler, politely gestured. “Ms. Agatha, please.”
Violet hadn't shared a meal with Lucius in a long time, often eating in the kitchen, feeling undeserving of dining
with him and anxious about possibly getting indigestion.
Yet, George's gesture placed Violet in an awkward position.
She looked to Lucius for direction, expecting that he would refuse to share a meal with her. To her amazement.
he moved toward the table, disregarding her look of inquiry.
“Madam Davis has arranged this,” George murmured.
Only Regina had the authority to overthrow Lucius in this household.
With reluctance, Violet seated herself at the table's farthest end, maintaining a significant gap between Lucius
and the food.
Despite the distance, her hunger prevailed after a day’s labor outside. She began to greedily devour her dinner.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtunconcerned about the lack of dishes.
After wolfing down two heaping plates of pasta, she felt rejuvenated and wiped her mouth clean. Lucius, on the
other hand, ate slowly and almost artistically.
As she rose to leave, he finally addressed her. “Cback! Sit down.”
Confused, Violet reseated herself. It seemed he merely wanted her to remain seated until he finished his meal.
She cursed his domineering demeanor in her mind.
She waited for him to finish, then trailed behind him upstairs, deliberately slowing her steps to keep their
distance.
At the staircase’s top, Lucius halted, and asked, “Agatha, do you resent me?”
Violet did, but couldn't voice it. Thus, she stayed quiet.
“You were cursing me, weren't you?” he deduced.
Violet was startled. His perception was sharp, yet he seemed blind to her repeated inner assertions that she
wasn’t Agatha.
“You don’t wish to be Agatha?” he asked, seemingly aware.
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“Yes,” she answered quickly, nodding. Could this be a sign of her liberation at hand?
“What would you do if | allowed you to stop being Agatha?” he asked.
“Well, I'd...”
“Stop!” He cut her off abruptly, unwilling to listen to her answer. “You've managed to gain Grandma's favor. This
is your final opportunity. Grandma desires a grandchild, and we'd have one.”
“Have... a child?”
Before she could grasp the situation, he drew her in forcefully, his lips pressing against hers with intensity. right
there in the corridor, of all places.
Lucius had the power to cloud her mind, making her respond to him while she lost awareness of their
surroundings.
His touch burned, setting ablaze a fire within her.
Caught up in the heat of the moment, Violet forgot her fatigue, succumbing to his embrace. His presence was
overpowering, even overshadowing the fragrance of the sweetest flowers outside.
Clutching onto him weakly, she felt as if she were clinging to a lifeline. Yet, she was also harboring the wild
thought of being drowned in this moment.
His lips trailed to her ear, murmuring. “However, | no longer wish to touch you, so... We'll opt for IVE.”
With those words, he released her.
Stunned, Violet stood in the hallway, struggling to understand his sudden shift from warmth to coldness.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLucius settled on the sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and an ultrasound report in the other, the sole reminder
of Agatha’s pregnancy.
Initially elated at the news of her pregnancy, he cherished the report. However, her departure, followed by the
abortion, changed everything.
He liked her body; they could have joyfully spent nights together, naturally conceiving. But
he wished to deny her that joy, especially regarding having a child.
The ordeal of IVF, with its accompanying discomfort and Indignity, was something he wanted her to endure.
Of course, if she dared to abort the child again, he resolved to subject her to IVF repeatedly until a child was
born.
He casually set down the wine glass, picking up a lighter.
With a click, the lighter’s blue fldanced in the room. He held the ultrasound report over the flame, filling
the room with the scent of burning paper.
In bed, Violet lay awake, her fatigue forgotten. Each tshe closed her eyes, she saw Lucius’s passionate
embrace in the corridor and his chilling final words.
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The thought of IVF disturbed her. He couldn't seriously intend to make her bear a child, could he?
Deep down, she felt destined to leave. In this era, losing her virginity was trivial, but the idea of bearing a child
was something she couldn't even start to imagine.
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