Chapter 92

George’s face changed subtly. He lowered his head, carefully hiding his reaction.

He explained calmly. “Those with high IQs often lack emotional intelligence, the wordvances things out that way.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Violet, finding some solace in his words, nodded in agreement.

Lucius’s remarkable talents made her feel plain by comparison. Then again, why was the a problem?

They weren’t a couple, after all.

The term couple unexpectedly resonated within her, tightening her chest and sending a jolt through her heart.

Over the next few days. Lucius remained preoccupied with work yet made a point of spending hours each day holding Violet, insisting she accompany him.

Enduring the unease, she waited for him to conclude his tasks.

Her eyes widened in wonder upon seeing the endless stream of numbers on his computer.

“What’s all this?” she inquired.

“Money,” he replied.

“Is it really that simple to earn money by just working on a computer?

She pondered the ease of acquiring wealth. He neither confirmed nor denied, but his self- assurance was apparent.

“Anyone who marries you is bound to be lucky,” she commented.

“Why do you think so?” he queried.

“Because you’re wealthy!”

‘Do you also wish to marry me?”

His intense look suggested he hoped to maintain their marriage, even if it was initially unintended.

Violet instantly denied it. “To me, enough money is all that’s needed. A marriage should be rooted in emotion. Without that, it’s meaningless.”

“Really?‘ he responded, his expression growing solemn. Abruptly, he cupped her chin. “Are you hinting that for us to be together, I must have feelings for you?”

+15 BONOS “To be exact, love.”

She bravely met his stare, not quite sure why she said that.

Lucius released her abruptly, sneering, “Love is a myth. Marriage is merely a bodily union, nothing else.”

Violet felt as if a bucket of ice–cold water had been dumped on her.

She yearned to question if his recent tender gestures were solely for physical gratification, devoid of any feelings, yet she refrained.

He was a nonbeliever in love, and her inability to fall for someone was not new to her.

Asking again would invite further self–degradation.

Masking her turmoil with a feigned smile, she departed the room.

Her heart experienced a loss, a part of it seemingly slipping away.

Lucius observed her exit, her smile striking him with agonizing clarity. His lips were pressed firmly together.

He harbored affection for Violet, but as George said, his low EQ kept him from understanding it.

Violet had also voiced her desire to depart. Why should he express his actual feelings to someone who was ready to leave at any time? He was resolved never to fall in love with another woman.

After days of labor, Lucius returned to his bedroom to sleep.

Alone in the living room, Violet aimlessly switched TV channels, unable to find a show that piqued her interest.

Suddenly, the phone in the living room rang.

George was absent.

Reluctantly, she answered it.

“Put that insolent boy on the phone!” The voice exploded on the other end, nearly deafening her.” How dare he send people to stop me? He must be tired of living!”

Violet had to move the receiver away from her ear, but that voice was somewhat familiar.

Amidst the tumult and ongoing fury, “Let’s see who dares to defy me!”

Violet could hear the voice approaching closer. When she looked up, she noticed the door had been kicked open.

It was Howard, seething with fury. His brows and mustache bristled with rage, casting a menacing look Inside the room.

George interjected, “Master Davis, such intrusion will infuriate Master Lucius.”

+15 BONOS “I am the head of the family, not him!” Howard thundered, his voice so powerful it appeared to blow the roof off.

A squad of armed men in black uniforms stood disheartened behind George.

Lucius had issued a strict edict that death would be the penalty for anyone trespassing in the Imperial Palace, without exceptions. Despite knowing this, Howard brazenly barged in.

His shout forced George to stand aside; his face was clouded with dread.

Violet, recalling Howard’s previous impudent attempt to take Regina, quickly stood in his path.

declaring, “You’re not permitted upstairs!”

Howard’s face hardened when he recognized her, and he scoffed at her, “Who are you to block my way!”

Effortlessly shoving her aside, he thundered upstairs, “Where’s that insolent boy? I’ll shoot him!”

Fueled by the indignity of his previous eviction, Howard was determined to exact vengeance and even drew a gun, ready to use it.

“Master Davis, please calm down!” George rushed in, horrified.

“I can’t calm down! Anyone who tries to stop me shall face my fury!”

He was on the verge of shooting George.

Violet, acting swiftly, seized the gun’s muzzle, her palm in the line of fire.

George, alarmed by her action, gasped, “Ms. Agatha!”

“Ms. Agatha?” Howard connected her to Lucius’s anxious care for her. He scrutinized her. “You’re Agatha?”

Without further explanation, she simply confirmed, “Yes, I’m Agatha.”

Howard sneered, “Lucius, the fool, has welcomed a traitor into his home. How disgraceful!”