Chapter 134

Violet lay motionless when she sensed his arousal. The night stretched on without further incident.

Come morning. Violet woke alone in bed. Lucius had used her as a mattress the night before, but he was long gone.

She rolled over, her body aching as if it were ready to fall apart. A testament to being squeezed under someone weighing more than a hundred kilograms all night.

Regrettably, it was a workday.

Violet struggled to get up. Her hands worked to soothe the ache in her shoulders and back as she made her way out.

George greeted her with a warm smile. “Ms. Violet, did you sleep well?”

Violet gazed at the butler, wondering if it seemed like she had gotten a good night’s sleep.

George gave a knowing grin, but his eyes lingered on her for a long time.

Realizing his potential misinterpretation, Violet quickly set things straight, explaining, “Lucius was ill. I was merely caring for him, nothing more.”

George stayed deafeningly silent. He took a step forward to set the table for breakfast.

“Ms. Violet, eat breakfast before you go to work,” he advised. “The car is ready to take you to work whenever you’re ready.”

She ate with an appetite, the events of the night had left her famished.

Post–breakfast, George saw her off and went on to say, “Actually, Master Lucius never keeps anyone by his side, especially in his vulnerable moments.”

Violet didn’t entirely get what he was saying, her steps paused ever so slightly.

George appeared grave, not joking at all.

“Master Lucius reserves his close companionship for those he deeply cherishes,” George insinuated, suggesting that Violet held a special place in Lucius’s heart.

Violet’s stride hesitated at the implication. She dared not respond, but her heart pounded wildly.

She wondered about the nature of Lucius’s feelings for her. How cincoro warn thau +15 BONOS did they compare to his past romantic involvements?

“Trust me, Ms. Violet. I’ve watched Master Lucius grow up since he was a child. I know his personality well. He’s been with many, but you’re the only person he’s ever shown open affection for.”

George’s statements shocked her, and appeared surreal. She reasoned that Lucius must have had strong feelings for Agatha. How could George claim she was the only one Lucius liked?

Restless. Violet entered the car.

Her unease deepened as Lucius didn’t seek her out at work, stirring feelings of concern and uncertainty within her. She couldn’t deny the impact George’s remarks had on her that morning. Naturally, she was also worried about his health.

His physique didn’t appear to be as robust as it appeared on the outside. At the very least, his stomach was weak. Then, his bleeding led to a high fever, which she found abnormal.

These thoughts consumed her, rendering her unable to focus, and her workday passed unproductively.

Later, Oliver arrived at the office to collect Emily.

Violet didn’t notice until Emily called her. She looked up, and found them standing together and beaming at her.

“Join us, Violet.”

Emily came back to invite Violet despite her refusal the day before, but it was all a ruse.

Violet waved her hand dismissively at them. “You guys should go ahead without me.”

Yet, Oliver echoed Emily’s invitation. “Come along with us, Violet.”

Violet’s expression was one of disbelief, suspecting she had misheard. Ever.since Emily lost her voice, this man had never shown her kindness.

Emily seemed happy that Oliver had extended his invitation. She promptly said, “I’ll go get the car.”

She seized the keys from Oliver, who didn’t object.

Their isolation seemed deliberate, leaving Violet wondering why Emily would trust her alone with Oliver.

Oliver walked ahead silently, with Violet trailing behind.

She glanced upstairs as they moved through the corridor.

+15 BONOS “When it comes to her work, Emily is severely lacking. I hope you can help her,” Oliver requested calmly.

Violet responded with a simple smile.

“You’re her sister. You have many complaints, but keep in mind why she got into this situation,” he remarked. His tone grew less cordial.

Oliver couldn’t figure out why he felt the need to be cruel and mean to her, but her abandonment was a thorn in his side.

Violet’s face grew pale, and she asked, “How long will you view me negatively?”

“How should I view you? The facts are right in front of me. How should I interpret it? Or, how content are you with the way I think about you?” he challenged.

Violet was at a loss for words, and eventually warned, “Don’t think too badly of me, or you’ll regret it!”

She then abruptly left.

Oliver hesitated before reaching out to stop her. “What do you mean by that?”

“What exactly do I mean? Are you truly interested?”

Violet gave him a chilly stare. She wouldn’t have become upset if he hadn’t kept bugging her, and that secret could have remained concealed forever, but he had to ask.

His gaze grew intense and demanded, “I need a clear explanation.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you! There’s nothing to hide here, you-”

“Oliver!”

Their confrontation was cut off by Emily, who rushed over, leaning on Oliver for support.