Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 17

Her heart was beating so fast it was getting out of control.

He shifted his head downward. His gaze swept across her collarbone before fixating on the mole. They

were in

a very suggestive and dangerous position. He lowered his lips and… Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Violet squeezed her eyes shut in fear.

“You did plastic surgery. How difficult is it to also get a fake birthmark or mole?”

What did he just say?

Violet noticed something was off. When she opened her eyes, she saw that he had retreated without

even giving her another glance.

Strangely, she felt her heart tighten.

So, he still refused to believe that she was not Agatha.

What a stubborn man.

Violet glared at his back as she stood up. Her face was flushed red. “Why didn’t he just fall from the

helicopter

and die?”

She harbored a great deal of resentment in her heart.

The lady in the bikini came into the room to look for Lucius, and she was confused when she saw Violet

chained there.

“Darling, let’s go for a swim,” she said. She forgot her curiosity about Violet in a flash and clung to his

arm affectionately. She pressed her body against his side so closely that they were practically stuck

together.

“Okay.” Lucius did not break free. He put down his wine glass and wrapped his arm around her waist

before

they walked out of the room.

Violet was aware that she should not push too far, but she was truly sick of living this meaningless,

never- ending life. It was driving her crazy!

“Please look closely. I’m really not Agatha River!” Violet snapped at Lucius’s back. She even forgot

about how cruel he was for the time being. “Let’s run a DNA test. Once the results are out, then you’ll

believe it!”

The people in front of her did not stop. It was like they did not hear her.

They were about to disappear from Violet’s line of sight, and she wanted to chase them, but the chain

around her wrists caught on a nearby chair. A sudden surge of strength rose in her, which led to her

grabbing the wine glass and throwing it at his back.

“Whoosh!”

“Smash!”

The glass struck Lucius square in the back, fell to the floor, and broke into pieces.

The lady in the bikini screamed and jumped into Lucius’s arms.

When the glass dropped to the floor, Violet suddenly realized what she had done, and she was

stunned.

The gray pajamas were stained with blood, which spread right away. It was a shocking sight. Lucius

slowly turned to glare at her.

Hearing the noise, George raced over, and his face fell when he saw everything. With a gloomy look,

he thought to himself. “She tested Master Lucius’s patience time and again. She really is looking for

trouble.”

Violet was terrified, but she was the victim after all. She slowly straightened her back and fixed her

unwavering gaze on the floor. “Either you run a DNA test, or you let me go!”

“Darling, are you hurt?” the lady in the bikini asked as she finally regained her composure. She reached

out and wanted to remove Lucius’s clothes to check for any injuries.

“Ah!”

Before she even touched the edge of Lucius’s clothing, she was flung away and almost hit a wall.

Lucius approached Violet coldly and quietly. He came to a stop in front of her and looked down at her.

He tightened his fingers around her neck and lifted her whole body. Her face turned a little pale, and

even her eyes rolled back as she began to feel choked.

Was he planning to choke her to death?

It would be better to be strangled than endure the humiliation of living as another person.

She closed her eyes and accepted her fate.

“She has too much energy. Take her out and let her continue pulling weeds,” Lucius commanded and

suddenly released her. “She can only rest after pulling out every weed in the entire field!”

Violet dropped to the floor while coughing and trembling uncontrollably.

“Understood,” George replied, and his eyes were filled with pity. It was an extremely large garden, and

it would take ages to remove all the weeds.

Violet was once again back under the sun.

The garden was so large that it was impossible to see the end of it at one glance. Walking all the way

to the end would take a long time, let alone pulling weeds. What made sending her here any different

from

immediately strangling her?

She did nothing but sit there as she waited for death to come. She was small and alone on the vast

expanse

of grass.

George gave her a piece of advice with the best of intentions, but seeing that she did not care, he could

only

sigh and walk away. He was curious and surprised by her stubbornness.