Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 27

The sun was scorching outside. In no time, Violet was covered in sweat and had to stop to wipe off her

sweat.

Things only got slightly better for her when George asked a servant to hold an umbrella over her head.

She was pulling the weeds very seriously when a shadow loomed over her head. Violet looked up and

saw the

bikini lady.

She scrutinized her like she was a snake slithering on the ground before her.

Violet fanned herself with her palm. “What now? Are you bored and want to pull weeds with me?” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It was your intention that I make a fool of myself, wasn’t it?”

Violet found herself accused of something she did not do once more. “I don’t know what you made, and

I didn’t give you any suggestions. How exactly did I make you embarrass yourself?”

In comparison, the bikini lady was setting her up whenever she got the chance. If Violet’s dumplings

had not suited Lucius’s tastes, she would be dead right now.

The bikini lady’s face tumed even redder.

“Don’t act so smug. No matter what, you’re just a woman Lucius no longer wants! One of these days,

he’s

going to chase you out!”

“Where did you get your facts? It’s not Lucius who doesn’t want Agatha. It’s Agatha who doesn’t want

Lucious.” Violet very “kindly” reminded her. If the bikini lady had not tried to set her up, she would not

have

said this to upset her even more.

The bikini lady huffed and left in a furious rush.

Violet shrugged and stuck her tongue out. While she could not escape Lucius’s grasp, she could deal

with the sc*mbags around him.

George did not have her weed the garden for too long because he was worried that no one would cook

for Lucius when he was throwing a temper tantrum next time. Violet agreed without any pretense and

left the garden. She did not enter the mansion, though, because Lucius was in it.

She leaned against the wall to avoid the sun while shielding her face with a hand. Through the dense

stands in the vineyard, she looked at the sun shining through the leaves. The grapes had yet to ripen.

Their green color and brilliant shine were truly beautiful.

Something fell down from above. It went past the stand and landed on the ground. It was a newspaper.

Violet did not pick it up, but looked up at the floor above. Her eyes met with those of a servant staring

at her nervously.

The room there belonged to Lucius. The servant was probably cleaning it when he accidentally

dropped the newspaper.

Violet’s heart skipped a beat.

She looked down and picked up the newspaper,

She had read it the other day. When it disappeared later on, she did not ask any questions about it.

Who would have thought a servant would find it while cleaning up Lucius’s room?

It was a newspaper like any other, but it made her heart bleed, as if someone had stabbed her.

With great effort, Violet opened the newspaper, and the photo she had seen before appeared before

her eyes. Even if this was the second time she saw Oliver kissing Emily, she still felt like her heart was

being torn to

shreds.

“I’m sorry!” The servant ran down and grabbed the newspaper from her.

At that moment, Violet saw the headline above the photo. When the servant turned around and tried to

leave.

she said, “Wait.”

The servant stopped, and she snatched the newspaper before reading the headline with great urgency.

[Together for a Year, Together Forever. Famous Artist Oliver Young and His Musician Girlfriend’s

Legendary Love Story.]

Together for a year?

The one who kept Oliver company for a year was her! How did it become Emily now?!

Violet quickly read the article. She was shocked by it, but hope slowly started growing in her chest.

Oliver said that Emily had kept him company during his coma, which was why he decided to marry her

and stay with her for the rest of his life!

If he learned that Violet was the one who kept him company, what would happen?

He would definitely do his best to save her! He would realize that she never hurt Emily and protect her

just like he protected Emily now!

Violet walked into the mansion. The servant was shocked and did not dare to ask for her to return the

newspaper.

The chains rattled with Violet’s urgency to meet Oliver when she strode into the mansion.

Lucius sat in the living room and was sipping on a cup of coffee while flipping through some

documents. Every single movement of his showed regality, and there was even a halo on his head.

“I want to leave!” Violet said without a care about the consequences.

Lucius stilled for a moment before placing the cup back on its coaster. “Do you think you have the right

to leave?” he asked without lifting his gaze to look at her.

His voice was not loud, but his cold tone shattered Violet’s courage, and she shuddered in fear. She

was Agatha Rivers in his eyes. She was the person who betrayed him and deserved to be mistreated.

How could he possibly let her leave?

Lucius was certain that she was Agatha. No matter what she said, he would not change his mind.

But she really needed to leave.

Violet started looking for an excuse, and, before she could think it through, she blurted out the first

thing that came to her mind. “The baby’s not dead!”

She broke out in cold sweat the moment she said it. Lucius’s indifferent expression immediately

morphed into

one of sternness. He looked at her sharply, as If he wanted to cut her into pieces.