Despite the air conditioning in the room, Violet felt very hot and thirsty. An unusual restlessness was stirring


    inside of her. Could she be ill?


    The door creaked open, jarring her from her drowsy state. Violet twisted ufortably, trying to settle back into rest, hoping a bit more sleep would alleviate her difort.


    Lucius entered, and squinted his eyes to adapt to the dimness as he noticed the drawn curtains.


    The faint light that filled the room revealed a small figure on the bed.


    George, ever attentive to Lucius’s needs, had a tendency to send women to his room without his knowledge.


    Lucius, after all, was a man with natural desires. It wasn’t umon for him to indulge in thepany of an attractive woman sent his way.


    He loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, acknowledging that it had been a while since he had been intimate with anyone.


    Lifting the corner of the nket, he slid into bed.


    Upon embracing her, he reached out and found the softness of her skin appealing.


    Impatiently, he yanked her clothing off and leaned down to kiss her neck.


    Violet, who had been sleeping restlessly, was jolted awake by his sudden touch. Her initial instinct was to push him away, but the intensifying sensations made her yearn for more. She moaned softly, sumbing to the feeling.


    Her mind was clouded, aware that she should resist, yet her arms wrapped around him more tightly.


    Lucius found her instinctive embrace, which didn’t resort to any technique, surprisingly satisfying. His mild interest quickly deepened as he embraced the moment.


    Acting on impulse, he pushed the nket aside and sought her lips, his hand roaming over her body without restraint.


    As he pressed down on her waist, he was struck by a familiar scent.


    By the time he realized, Violet had already responded with a tighter embrace and a satisfied sigh.


    He swiftly turned on the bedsidemp, and the light revealed a familiar figure.


    “Agatha?”


    His expression darkened, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration. He callously pushed her aside, uncaring, as she fell to the floor.


    From the height of passion to the cold, hard floor, Violet groaned in pain and confusion, her eyes fluttering


    open.


    +15 BONOS


    As her vision cleared, she saw Lucius’s cold face ring down at her.


    “Who gave you the nerve to climb into my bed?” Lucius’s voice thundered with anger, his piercing gaze bearing down on her.


    Was this not her bedroom? Violet bit her lip in helpless confusion. “Your bed?”


    “Get out!” he demanded. He lifted her, and tossed her out of the room.


    She clung to him, murmuring, “Don’t…”


    Her voice,den with lingering desire, was irresistibly alluring.


    Lucius finally threw her into the bathroom, dousing her with cold water. “You need to sober up!”


    The shock of the cold water jolted Violet back to reality. As her mind cleared, she struggled to piece together the events that led to this moment.


    The only thing she could recall was drinking a cup of water and then losing consciousness. The sensations Violet experienced under Lucius’s touch, a joy that seemed to emanate from her very cells, left no doubt in her mind-she had been drugged.


    Though unfamiliar with such substances, she understood that their effect was to strip away one’s control.


    Shivering, she turned the temperature of the water down further, trying to regain herposure.


    Meanwhile, downstairs, George had finished his tasks for the day. He instructed the servants to leave for the night, and was preparing to retire himself.


    At that moment, a woman with a striking figure entered the room.


    George frowned, confused. “Why are you still here? Don’t you know Master Lucius has already…”


    A voice interrupted him mid-sentence. Lucius appeared, leaning against the staircase, his expression dark and his cor disheveled.


    “Why was Agatha in my room?”


    He casually tossed a maid’s uniform onto the floor.


    Given that George was responsible for managing the servants’ uniforms, naturally, he questioned the butler.


    “M…Ms. Agatha?” George’s shock was evident, and his gaze darted toward that woman.


    The woman, realizing the seriousness of the situation, turned pale. She was no longer wearing the maid’s uniform she had arrived in.


    “This…”


    Lucius quickly pieced together the situation with just one nce.


    He understood that George, who disliked Agatha, would have never intentionally sent her to Lucius’s room. It must have been Agatha’s own doing, a deliberate ploy on her part.


    +15 BONOS


    Lucius, frustrated by the unfolding events, turned and headed back to his room.


    Upon opening the door, Agatha’s shadow was nowhere to be found. Only the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.


    He walked towards the bathroom, and as he approached, a few droplets of cold water sshed onto him. He


    was unustomed to it, and it chilled him to the core.


    Inside, Violet was huddled pathetically under the shower,pletely drenched and shivering uncontrobly.


    Her lips were a pale purple, contrasting with her unusually red cheeks.


    “Agatha?” Lucius called out, sensing that something was amiss.


    The cold water numbed Violet’s body, but internally, she felt a burning sensation threatening to ovee her.


    The contrast between the cold on her skin and the heat within was torturous.


    Struggling to lift her head, Violet met Lucius’s gaze, filled with confusion and disdain. Anticipating he might pull her out, she pleaded weakly, “Let me…stay a bit longer, please.”