Chapter 105

Lucius, giving George a stern look, instructed, “Stay downstairs.”

“Well…” George, concerned, hesitated; However, he complied after a firm glance from Lucius, and led the guards away..

Now alone with Lucius, Violet swallowed hard, feeling Immense pressure from him.

Lucius was oblivious of this. He was in Violet’s path, his gaze coldly fastened on her, tinged with resentment.

Violet stroked her hair, unable to fathom the source of his displeasure. She suggested, “How about sitting for a while?”

Looking at the only two stools in the house, she felt guilty for offering such modest seating to Lucius.

“If you’re not comfortable, you can sit on the bed,” she continued, gesturing inside the bedroom.

Lucius glanced at the spot Violet pointed to, only seeing a single bed.

“You both share one bed?” he inquired.

Violet simply nodded. “Yes.”

“Isn’t it unusual for two women to share a bed?” he questioned.

Confused, Violet didn’t grasp his point, responding with a puzzled, “Huh?”

He moved into the room. “Which side is yours?”

Violet indicated the opposite side, “Over there.”

He then sat on the side she pointed out.

Violet stood at the doorway and hesitated to enter, but she also didn’t want to abandon him to tend to her chores.

Considering Naomi’s request for her to entertain their guests, focusing on household chores would mean neglecting her duties as a hostess.

“Shouldn’t you say something?” Lucius broke the silence.

Violet rubbed her nose, trying to come up with anything to say. The only thing that sprang to mind. was the previous night’s incident.

+15 BONOS “About last night… Thank you.”

His gesture, whether it was to make her feel special or had other motives, was acknowledged.

Lucius reacted with a casual grunt.

“I’m surprised that you care so much about your mother–in–law.” Violet tried to strike up a discussion.

She was astonished that he came to visit Naomi, considering how Agatha had treated him.

Lucius wasn’t the kind to be so forgiving. What could have prompted his visit? Was he still in love with Agatha?

Violet felt a sour feeling rise in her chest as she realized this. She worked hard to conceal it, not wanting him to notice her miserable situation.

“Perhaps you’d prefer to sit by yourself for a bit?” she suggested.

Lucius remained silent.

Violet moved towards the laundry room, her emotions in turmoil.

“You don’t need to thank me for last night. I helped you out of pity, given our acquaintance and the misunderstanding between us. I thought to give you a moment to shine,” Lucius said indifferently.

Suddenly, Violet stopped in her tracks. She remained motionless, experiencing a sharp, wrenching pain in her chest that nearly brought her to a scream.

Simultaneously, it felt as though something within her had plummeted and vanished, leaving al profound sense of emptiness in its wake.

She knew better than to expect anything from him, yet his blunt dismissal of any deeper connection pained her deeply.

“Okay.” Violet replied softly, quickly making her way into the bathroom.

She shut the door, breaking the visual connection between them.

Lucius, gazing at the closed bathroom door, felt a surge of frustration. Annoyed, he muttered to himself, “Damn it!”

As soon as Violet crouched down, a loud noise startled her, causing her heart to race. She stayed in her crouched position, momentarily frozen.

Then, gradually, she started scrubbing the sheets. By the time she finished and reopened the door, Lucius had left.

+15 BONOS He wasn’t there for her, and now that he had departed, he stirred a sense of longing and turmoil in her heart.

She admonished herself, “Don’t overthink this, Violet.”

Lucius departed briskly, his face cold and detached, yet his Inherent nobility remained evident.

Naomi, having just returned from shopping, spotted him. “Master Lucius, are you going? Won’t you stay for dinner?”

Lucius walked past her, heading straight to his car.

George resigned to his fate; he politely declined Naomi’s Invitation, and followed Lucius. The car drove off, leaving the area.

Back in the flat, Naomi found Violet standing dazed in the living room.

“Is everything alright? Did you argue with him?” Naomi asked In concern.

Violet, managing a smile, replied, “No, not at all.”

She pulled the items from Naomi’s grasp, and offered, “I’ll cook dinner.”

Naomi let her take the groceries, and her gaze wandered around Violet. As Naomi watched her, she commented softly, “I sense that Master Lucius was here for you.”

Violet almost dropped the groceries when Naomi said those words. She tried to keep her emotions at bay by speaking without emotion.

Why should she wish for more, or be sentimental? Lucius wouldn’t be interested in any other woman besides Agatha.

Violet regained her composure, and embraced Naomi. “Because you’re now my mother, you should quit your job next month. I’ll support you.

“How can I accept that?” Naomi protested.

Violet sulked playfully. “If you don’t see me as your daughter, then ignore my words.”

“Sweetheart!” Naomi was deeply touched, almost tearing up.

Violet grinned. “This way, I’ll come home to a warm meal every day. It’s a win for me.”

Naomi affectionately called her “Vivi“, and hugged her tightly, moved by her thoughtfulness.

Upon hearing her nickname, Violet returned the hug. The idea of taking care of her mother was truly heartwarming.

As Lucius drove away from the residential area, his face remained stern throughout the ride, his eyebrows knitted and lips pressed together in obvious dissatisfaction.