Violet observed this exchange, stunned. Was she just sold off like this? She noticed a flicker of hope in
Lucius’s stern expression, recognizing that he was only attempting to satisfy Regina.
“Now, go downstairs for dinner, both of you. Eat well. Vivi, you don’t need to <b>look </b>after me tonight. Instead,
focus on providing me with a healthy great–grandson,” Regina instructed<b>, </b>signaling for them to leave.
Descending the stairs, Violet felt a wave of relief.
At the dining table, avish spread awaited them. George, the butler, politely gestured. “Ms. Agatha, please.”
Violet hadn’t shared a meal with Lucius in a long time, often eating in the kitchen, feeling undeserving of dining with him and anxious about possibly getting indigestion.
Yet, George’s gesture ced Violet in an awkward position.
She looked to Lucius for direction, expecting that he would refuse to share a meal with her. To her amazement.
he moved toward the table, disregarding her look of inquiry.
“Madam Davis has arranged this,” George murmured.
Only Regina had the authority to overthrow Lucius in this household.
With reluctance, Violet seated herself at the table’s farthest end, maintaining a significant gap between Lucius and the food.
Despite the distance, her hunger prevailed after a day’sbor outside. She began to greedily devour her dinner. unconcerned about theck of dishes.
After wolfing down two heaping tes of pasta, she felt rejuvenated and wiped her mouth clean. Lucius, on the other hand, ate slowly and almost artistically.
As she rose to leave, he finally addressed her. “Come back! Sit down.”
Confused, Violet reseated herself. It seemed he merely wanted her to remain seated until he finished his meal.
She cursed his domineering demeanor in her mind.
She waited for him to finish, then trailed behind him upstairs, deliberately slowing her steps to keep their distance.
At the staircase’s top, Lucius halted, and asked, “Agatha, do you resent me?”
Violet did, but couldn’t voice it. Thus, she stayed quiet.
“You <b>were </b>cursing me, weren’t you?” he deduced.
Violet was startled. His perception was sharp, yet he seemed blind to her repeated inner assertions that she wasn’t Agatha.
“You don’t wish to be Agatha?” he asked, seemingly aware.
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“Yes,” she answered quickly, nodding. Could this be a sign of her liberation at hand?
“What would you do if I allowed you to stop being Agatha?” he asked.
“Well, I’d…”
“Stop!” He cut her off abruptly, unwilling to listen to her answer. “<b>You’ve </b>managed to gain Grandma’s favor. This is your final opportunity. Grandma desires a grandchild, and we’d have one.”
“Have… a child?”
Before she could grasp the situation, he drew her in forcefully, his lips pressing against hers with intensity. right there in the corridor, of all <b>ces</b>.
Lucius had the power to cloud her mind, making her respond to him while she lost awareness of their surroundings.
His touch burned, setting aze a fire within her<b>. </b>
Caught up in the heat of the moment, Violet forgot her fatigue, sumbing to his embrace. His presence was overpowering, even overshadowing the fragrance of the sweetest flowers outside.
Clutching onto him weakly, she felt as if she were clinging to a lifeline. Yet, she was also harboring the wild
thought of being drowned in this moment.
His lips trailed to her ear, murmuring. “However, I no longer wish to touch you, so… We’ll opt for IVF.”
With those words, he released her.
Stunned, Violet stood in the hallway, struggling to understand his sudden shift from warmth to coldness.
Lucius settled on the sofa, a ss of wine in one hand and an ultrasound report in the other, the sole reminder
of Agatha’s pregnancy.
Initially ted at the news of her pregnancy, he cherished the report. However, her departure, followed by the
abortion, changed everything.
He liked her body; they could have joyfully spent nights together, naturally conceiving. But
he wished to deny her that joy, especially regarding having a child.
The ordeal of IVF, with its apanying difort and Indignity, was something he wanted her to endure.
Of course, if she dared to abort the child again, he resolved to subject her to IVF repeatedly until a child was
born.
He casually set down the wine ss, picking up a lighter.
With a click, the lighter’s blue me danced in the room. He held the ultrasound report over the me, filling
the room with the scent of burning paper.
In bed, Violety awake, her fatigue forgotten. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw Lucius’s passionate
embrace in the corridor and his chilling final words<b>. </b>
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The thought of IVF disturbed her. He couldn’t seriously intend to make her bear a child, could he?
Deep down, she felt destined to leave. In this era, losing her virginity was trivial, but the idea of bearing a child was something she couldn’t even start to imagine.