Chapter 59

She feared leaving the safety of the cold shower. With so many male servants in the house, any interaction could spark the uncontrollable desire burning within her. She desperately wanted to avoid that, choosing instead to endure the icy water.

Lucius misinterpreted her behavior, and mocked, “Outwardly, you keep your distance from me, but secretly, you take that kind of drug to entangle with me. You’re really asking for trouble.”

His astonishment was fleeting, and scorn quickly took its place. To Lucius, Agatha was just that shameless.

“….didn’t take that secretly.” Violet protested, feeling deeply wronged.

“So you’re saying you took it openly?”

Her lips were weakly pressed together. Violet knew that even if she claimed it was an accident, Lucius wouldn’t believe her.

He had already formed a negative image of Agatha, and anything she said would be futile to change his mind.

Closing her eyes, she pleaded faintly. “I…just need a little more time in the shower.”

Lucius observed her coldly for a moment before shutting the bathroom door. This was a lesson for her, a test to see if she dared harbor more foolish thoughts.

Outside, George waited with the woman, his expression marked by deep concern.

Upon Lucius’s emergence, George cautiously said, “Master Lucius, Ms. Agatha might have accidentally taken that.

Though he hadn’t told anyone about Violet consuming the drug, George seemed to be aware of it.

Lucius fixed a piercing stare on the butler.

George, visibly shrinking under the scrutiny, hurriedly explained, “Ms. Agatha’s clothes were soaked, so Ms. Heidi lent her a maid’s uniform. My staff mistook her for one of your women, and gave her the drug.”

In the upper floors, rarely frequented by servants and only cleaned in the mornings for quiet, any servant spotted there was presumed to be attending Lucius. Because of this, the servants wouldn’t dare to take a good look at Violet, leading to the mix-up.

Lucius’s expression changed as he processed George’s explanation. He quickly reentered the bathroom.

“Get me a doctor!” he barked at George, pulling Violet out of the shower.

In that brief moment, George made a call. “The doctor said… There’s no antidote available. It needs to be treated outside…”

“Then arrange for a helicopter!” Lucius commanded, his voice weakened but his intent clear.

Violet was chillingly cold. Noticing the water temperature gauge, Lucius felt an urge to berate her further.

+15 BONOS “Can’t you speak up? Do you want to freeze to death like this?”

Violet weakly pushed him away, curling up on the carpet, protesting, “No… I don’t want to go on the helicopter!”

Away from the numbing cold water, the overpowering lust returned. In her current state, even if a dog appeared at this point, she might… If they threw her out, she would have done it with the men who carried her. She was unwilling to take that chance!

Lucius, lifting her up again, insisted, “We’re heading to the hospital!”

“A typhoon is approaching. The helicopter might not be able to fly out,” George interjected, ever the astute butler. He had been proactive in seeking solutions even before Lucius’s order, but the situation was grim.

Lucius shot George a murderous glare. George lowered his head even more, not daring to utter the rest of his words.

He dared not mention aloud that if the drug wasn’t treated, it could significantly damage Violet’s kidney function. Lucius might not let him live after saying that.

“Leave us!” Lucius ordered, his voice laden with frustration.

George hesitated; he briefly looked at Violet’s as she clung to Lucius. She lost control when she realized she was holding a man, and began touching him.

“Master Lucius…”

“Get out!”

Lucius, known for his decisiveness, was now visibly angry. Recognizing this, George dared not say anything more and silently withdrew from the room.

Violet, only in her underwear, touched Lucius’s body all over with her icy hands, inadvertently stirring a.

response within him.

In a fit of irritation, he tore open his shirt, the buttons popping off and bouncing on the floor.

He leaned in, his warmth meeting her coldness, his hands reaching to unhook her bra.

Thud!

Suddenly, Violet forcefully pushed against his chest, an action Lucius hadn’t anticipated. The force of her push sent him staggering backward.

“Agatha!” he called out, but it was too late to stop her. Violet had already collapsed to the ground.

“Stay away from me!” she shouted.

Clarity had returned at that critical moment. Determined not to have more contact with him or subject herself to more contempt, she made a dash for the bathroom.

By the time Lucius recovered from his surprise, the bathroom door was firmly shut.

He stared at the closed door, his gaze darkening. The coldness in his heart gave way to irritation due to her +15 BONOS In his mind, a woman who had betrayed him thoroughly deserved such suffering.

Turning, he lay back on the bed.

Violet remained in the shower all night, the effects of the drug eventually fading, leaving her so weak she could hardly breathe.

When the doctor finally arrived, he assisted her out of Lucius’s room.’

Lucius had kept his thoughts to himself from the beginning. When he saw her pale face, something unexpectedly stung his heart.