Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 144

“Is something wrong?”

Violet was taken aback. Her heart leaped up her throat, and her knees felt weak.

George simply opened the door and invited. “Please, Ms. Violet, take a look Inside.”

The staff had been removed from the scene, and their knowledge of the situation inside was

unclear.

Ignoring their previous disagreements, Violet crept into the room, finding it unnervingly silent, not the

gruesome sight she had braced for.

Where could Lucius be? She searched anxiously, cursing the careless butler in her mind for not

watching over Lucius properly.

At last, she spotted Lucius on the bed, lying in a relaxed position, eyes shut.

The dim light softened his features, giving him a princely appearance. However, it was tinged with

a sense of solitude.

He opened his eyes when he heard a noise.

“Why… are you sleeping already?” she asked quietly.

Lucius opened his eyes lazily and simply said, “I’m hungry.”

Violet could not understand his logic about the relationship between hunger and sleep.

“I want to eat something you’ve made,” he said pitifully, a far cry from his usual arrogance and

something more akin to a child being abandoned.

“I’ll cook for you,” she conceded, reminded of the enormous debt she owed him.

As she headed to the kitchen, Lucius called out, “Why are you cooking for me?”

Violet chose not to answer directly.

Persisting, Lucius asked, “Is it out of fear? Or pity?”

Turning back with a sigh, Violet confronted him, “Probably because I owe you so much money. Ten

billion is not a trivial sum. Even a lifetime of cooking wouldn’t be enough.”

At her words, Lucius’s gentle demeanor vanished, his body tensing in the low light, and he coldly

told her to leave.

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Confused and slightly offended, Violet stood speechless. Lucius had asked for her cooking, and now

he was dismissing her?

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you.”

But Lucius turned away, lying down and ignoring her.

“Are you serious about me leaving?” she asked, feeling his cold indifference.

Although he did not use the word “leave” as strongly as he had earlier that day, the effect was the

same.

Lucius remained silent and went on to treat her as if she were air.

Realizing her continued presence would only lead to further humiliation, Violet silently exited the room.

She had come back to him to be rejected again, now feeling utterly demeaned.

Holding back her tears, she convinced herself it was nothing worth crying over.

Upon seeing her leave, George approached and asked in surprise, “Ms. Violet?”

Violet collected herself and stated, “He asked me to leave, so I’m going now.”

She then proceeded to walk away, leaving George, who seemed to want to say more, behind.

Violet maintained her swift pace, swiftly making her way to the elevator.

Determined not to let any more news about him affect her, she refused to be swayed or expelled

by him again.

Lucius seemed to have vanished from her life since that day. No one had summoned her to the

25th floor, and her phone had gone silent.

His abrupt disappearance was like a thorn in Violet’s heart, causing unease. Yet she masked her

feelings, devoting herself to work.

As the weeks passed, Violet’s dedication to overtime led to significant progress in her work. positioning

her as an emerging key player in the company.

Emily struggled under constant criticism, making no headway in her job.

Fortunately, her wealthy family background enabled her to cover up certain mistakes and avoid being

dismissed.

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Estelle, on the other hand, chastised her.

During one late workday. Estelle reprimanded Emily. “These documents are a mess! Haven’t your

learned anything about file organization during your time here? Did you show up to work without a

brain?”

Emily stood helplessly with her head bowed.

Violet entered unexpectedly, having no idea Emily was present.

“Ms. Ruiz, here are my drawings. Would you please review them?” she said, handing over her work

to Estelle, only then noticing Emily’s distressed state.

Teary–eyed and embarrassed, Emily looked away and looked deeply pitiful.

Violet looked away and chose to stay out of it.

Estelle rapidly flipped through her sketches.

Then she turned her attention to Emily, remarking. “You two are sisters, yet the differences are

apparent. Violet handles responsibilities with ease and produces excellent work. And you? You

struggle with the simplest tasks. Aren’t you embarrassed of yourself?”

Estelle’s approach surprised Violet because she did not anticipate her using it as an opportunity

to belittle Emily.

It caught her off guard, but it was not her place to speak, so she stayed mute with pursed lips.

Emily’s tears began to flow uncontrollably.

“Get out,” Estelle commanded dismissively, as if she could not stand the sight of Emily any longer.

Alone with Estelle, Violet appealed, “Ms. Ruiz, please don’t compare me to Emily when you

criticize her.”

“What? Do you think there’s nothing to compare?” Estelle asked, half in jest.

Violet shook her head and calmly replied, “It’s not about being compared. We have our strengths, and

I’ve been here longer, while she is

just getting started.”

Her intention was never to overshadow Emily.

“I heard you liked her boyfriend?” taunted Estelle.

Violet was mortified by this remark and argued, “That was in the past.”

Estelle mused, “He has to be blind to have overlooked someone as capable and genuine as you for

Emily.”

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Expecting a reprimand, Violet was surprised and responded with an awkward smile, “Maybe Emily

appeals to him more.”