Chapter 133

He bellowed, “Everyone, get out!”

The others were perplexed and hesitated to comply.

Seeing Lucius’s fiery gaze on her, Violet thought silently, what now?

“Get out!”

Everyone quickly left, including Violet, who fled in fear of his rising rage.

“Why are you leaving?” Lucius yanked her back. “Haven’t you had enough people stare at you?”

His gaze then drifted to her chest.

It was only then that Violet became acutely aware of her attire–pajamas without a bra. Embarrassed, she blushed deeply and turned away, attempting to cover herself.

“There’s nothing to hide in front of me,” he remarked wryly.

Violet wished she could vanish.

“Call the driver in!” Lucius gave the command to George over the phone.

George quickly confirmed the driver’s presence at the door.

Violet was nearly knocked over as Lucius threw a coat over her. He wrapped her securely in the coat, pulling her close to him.

As the driver entered, Lucius interrogated, “What were you staring at when you drove her here?”

The driver hesitated. He was unsure what he had done wrong.

He responded, “On the road.”

“You didn’t look back?”

“No.”

Lucius appeared doubtful about the response.

“He really didn’t look at me,” Violet assured.

The driver wasn’t paying attention to her since he was concentrating on driving, which was understandable given the urgency of the situation.

Violet’s assurances led Lucius to dismiss the driver, who left the room perplexed and scratching She was confused about Lucius’s reaction to her attire.

+15 BONOS Why was he so upset about her attire? Could it be that he had feelings for her? Was that even possible? Perhaps his sentiments for her were comparable to his feelings for other women in the past.

“From now on, you’re not allowed to go out dressed like that!” he warned.

Violet nodded as she was brought back to reality. No one would go out like that under normal circumstances.

“Your bleeding hasn’t stopped yet, let’s call the doctor back in.”

“Do you really care about me?” he asked with a smile.

Violet’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she explained, “I just… I’m worried you’ll lose too much blood. It was, after all, my fault.”

His cheerful mood quickly soured, and he roared, “I won’t die!”

Violet was afraid to say anything else.

“Fix it!”

He shoved the medication the doctor had placed in her hands.

She bravely gave the medicine to his bloody wound, not wanting him to bleed to death. She finally came to a stop when all the medicine had covered his wound. The medication worked quickly, and the bleeding stopped.

“Why would you refuse to treat your wound?” Violet asked, still shaken.

“I’m irritated!” Lucius snapped, pulling a long face.

He then reclined on a lounge chair, pulling her into his arms.

“I need to leave,” she said quietly.

He wouldn’t let go, closing his eyes as if he were exhausted. “I’ll get a fever soon.”

Violet’s initial disbelief turned to concern when she felt his feverish body. She felt agitated, and attempted to push him away.

“Lucius, stop it.”

“Don’t move, I’m tired.”

+15 BONOS His eyes were closed, and the long lashes cast gentle shadows over his face, creating an image of childlike innocence.

Violet gave up trying to escape from his arms when she saw how vulnerable he appeared.

She felt the intense heat emanating from his body. Initially, she thought it was from their close contact, but a touch to his forehead revealed he was feverish.

Violet panicked, and tried to leave to get George.

Lucius awoke, and refused to let go. He gripped her firmly, and drew her back into his hold.

“You have a fever,” she said quietly.

He hummed, “I’m used to it.‘

“People don’t get used to fevers,” she replied, concerned about his high fever.

“It’ll go away on its own. Don’t leave. Let me hold you.” Lucius nestled his head into her neck, his tone beseeching and childlike. Don’t go, don’t leave me alone.”

Her heart melted at his plea. She embraced him, and promised, “Don’t worry, I won’t leave. I’ll be here for you.”

Content with her assurance, Lucius drifted back to sleep with a smile.

The fever went away within a few hours, as he predicted.

Both were soaked in sweat, their clothing clinging to their bodies in a tight embrace. Their bodies pressed closely against each other, leaving no space between them.

Violet’s heart fluttered, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against her, heightening her nervousness to breathe properly.

Suddenly, Lucius rolled over and trapped her beneath him.

“Lucius!” she screamed in terror.

He remained still, holding her close, before falling asleep once more.

Violet found it difficult to breathe under his weight. She felt his hot breathing on her neck, which burned her and made her feel like she was boiling on the inside.

“Wake up! You need to take a shower,” she said, attempting to wake him.

Lucius briefly opened his eyes, but upon realizing their proximity, he closed them again. He appeared to love the softness of her body.

Violet pushed against him, trying to free herself.

“Don’t move,” he growled softly, his breath warm against her neck.