Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 114

Violet opted for silence, and touched her nose.

She was led to a presidential suite, but she had to share it with Lucius, a prospect she found less

than appealing.

Violet attempted to persuade George to stay in an alternative, smaller room, as she was

uncomfortable with the idea of staying with Luclus.

George appeared distressed, explaining. “This hotel only has presidential suites.”

Violet was on the verge of tears.

George reassured her, “You’re not alone, Ms. Violet. All of us are staying here.”

His words helped Violet relax..

The suite, more akin to a villa, had numerous rooms, making it very spacious for Lucius alone. Violet

purposefully relocated her bags to a room farthest away from the master bedroom.

But soon, George was at her door, suggesting. “Ms. Violet, staying closer to Master Lucius’s room

would be better for meal arrangements.”

Remembering she was here to work, Violet begrudgingly moved to a room nearer to Lucius, putting

professional obligation ahead of personal comfort.

Lucius didn’t work at the hotel. He frequently visited high–end clubs that provided everything from

food to drinks.

Despite this, being the odd man he was, he refused to eat there, insisting on meals cooked by Violet

being delivered to him punctually.

Motivated by her paycheck, Violet committed to the task, personally selecting ingredients, cooking, and

delivering each meal to him.

At the grand dining table, amidst an array of exquisite delicacies, there were always Violet’s

simpler, average–tasting dishes.

Violet felt like a plain farmer who had barged into high society, completely out of place.

Yet Lucius appeared unfazed, focusing on business discussions while eating Violet’s meals.

Others glanced at him with amazement, their attention gradually shifted to Violet.

A few days later, Lucius’s business partners learned about Lucius’s unusual insistence on eating

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Violet felt uneasy as those gazes landed on her, as if stripping her naked. She had no choice

except to retreat quietly.

Lucius, seemingly aware, pulled her to sit next to him.

When he did, the stares of others became even more intense.

Violet felt liberated once he finished his meal. She longed to run away from the club as quickly as

possible.

Sometimes, she would get lucky. Lucius would reward her with delicious treats to dine with the staff of

Lucius’s business partners.

Curiosity knew no boundaries of race, nationality, or ethnicity. A woman with tanned skin dining.

opposite Violet leaned forward to ask, “What’s the nature of your connection with Mr. Davis?”

Violet took a generous bite of her meal, responded, “What else could it be? It’s the same as what

you have with him–purely professional, isn’t it?”

“I think he likes you.”

Pfft!

Violet spat the food out of her mouth, some of which became lodged in her throat. She coughed

as she covered her mouth, and vigorously shook her head in denial.

“You’re reading too much into it! It’s definitely not like that.”

Lucius, she knew, would only have such feelings for Agatha.

On a windy night, Violet stood on the balcony. She sighed quietly as she took in the night scene.

The words of the woman from earlier seemed to linger in her mind, stirring up emotions.

She had always been aware that Lucius wasn’t one to easily fall for anyone, but those earlier

comments left her restless tonight.

“Violet! Lucius is unreachable, like the moon. If you haven’t been mistaken for Agatha and get to

spend a few days by his side, you wouldn’t deserve to know someone of his caliber. You two are

worlds apart; better not to fantasize!”

Scolding herself and patting her head, she resolved to get some sleep regardless.

Bang! A sudden noise came from outside.

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Shortly after, there was a knock on her door.

“Master Lucius is acting strangely tonight. He won’t drink the tea brewed by others,” George stated as

he entered her room. “Could you give it a shot, Ms. Violet?”

Her room was next to Lucius’s. From the side, she could see the shattered cup and spilled tea on

the floor.

“I’m skilled at cooking, but tea might not be my forte,” Violet confessed, feeling uneasy about

approaching Lucius in his current mood.

“Trying is all we ask. If Master Lucius continues like this, it’ll disturb everyone, and he might even

become dehydrated…”

He probably deserves it, Violet thought to herself. She wasn’t pleased with Lucius’s erratic

demands, but George’s earnest plea was hard to ignore.

Finally, she softened her stance. “I’ll give it a shot, but don’t hold it against me if it doesn’t work.”

“Thank you so much,” George gratefully responded, nearly embracing her in his relief and saying

he couldn’t blame her for it.

With the cup in hand, Violet hesitantly approached Lucius’s room.

After a gentle knock, an irate voice from within barked, “Get in here now!”

Opening the door, she saw Lucius seated in the room. His face was hard and rigid, his gaze locked on

the paperwork in front of him, yet his whole posture screamed of barely contained fury.

Drawing a deep breath. Violet moved towards him with heavy, reluctant steps.

Lucius finally turned his attention towards her, and sarcastically remarked, “Do you plan to just

stand there all night?”

Snapping back to reality, Violet quickly approached him, offering, “You must be exhausted after such a

long night. Please drink some water.”

Lucius didn’t accept the water; instead, he just opened his mouth and grunted, “Ugh!”