Violet was astonished, barely managing to speak. “You… Why are you here<b>?</b>”
He walked into the room with great strides without giving her a second nce, as if she were a stranger to him. “I’m here to see Naomi.”
“Master Lucius,” Naomi greeted, almost dropping her bowl in surprise upon hearing him. “You… you… Please, have a seat.”
It took her some time to clear her mind and decide what to do. She raced to get a stool, wiped it
down with a scarf, and set it in front of Lucius.
Lucius surveyed the room with a look of contempt, but finally decided to sit on the stool Naomi
had cleaned.
“I’m going to do theundry.” Violet turned and went into the bathroom when she realized her
presence wasn’t required.
Her delicate arms workedboriously at washing the clothes, her silhouette appearing fragile and
slender.
Lucius, from his position, could easily see Violet’s figure through the small bathroom’s entrance,
his gaze lingering unintentionally.
He found it infuriating that Violet preferred to remain in such a small space rather than be with a man like him, someone with a plethora of women lining up for his favor and plotting to stay by his
side.
His annoyance grew, prompting him to stand abruptly.
Naomi, still anxious, asked, “Do you need anything, Master Lucius?”
Lucius dismissed her with a wave. “Nothing.”
His towering statue made the already small room feel even more cramped when he stood.
Naomi retreated to a corner, while Lucius approached Violet from behind.
Violet, feeling the weight of his presence, mistakenly thought he needed the bathroom.
She quickly wiped her hand and moved aside, only to find him standing quietly at a diagonal angle
from her.
In the awkward silence, Violet feltpelled to ask, “Do you need to use the bathroom or wash
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Lucius’s <b>brows </b>creased repeatedly, and his face was clouded and dissatisfied with everything.
As she neared her breaking point, he abruptly yanked her from the faucet, firmly grabbing her shoulder<b>, </b>and dered, “<b>I </b>have to wash my hands.”
His hold was powerful,pelling her to move Involuntarily.
In the cramped quarters, their bodies inadvertently brushed against each other.
Despite the fact that he was dressed, Violet could feel the hardness of his muscles through the
contact of their skin.
She stepped out. She patted the area where their bodies had met, feeling the imprint of his touch.
She <b>tried </b>to wipe away the lingering sense of his overpowering presence with a towel.
As she wiped, the room grew dimmer. Curious if rain wasing, she looked up, only to find
Lucius’s face looming on top of her<b>. </b>
He had stealthily moved next to her, observing her with an icy and severe stare, his expression darkening as she kept wiping.
“Would you like a towel?” Violet, baffled by his anger, extended the towel to him.
Lucius, however, just stared coldly and made no move to ept it, his hands resting idly by <b>his </b>
side.
Feeling awkward, Violet withdrew her offer, and suggested, “How about a drink? I can get it for you<b>. </b>
“Do you think you can afford my choice of drink?” Lucius’s sharp retort made Violet recoil, her
spirits falling.
Realizing she couldn’t afford his expensive taste, and even if she could, it wouldn’t be avable for purchase, she gently suggested, “Maybe you could sit for a bit longer.”
After that, she quickly headed to the bathroom.
She would rather wash the bedding than be with him, for fear she would suffocate from ack of oxygen in his overbearing presence. His low pressure was already making it difficult for her to
breathe.
Lucius thought he was insane foring here as he watched her run away from him, as if he
were a dangerous presence.
Her demeanor irritated him to no end, and he trailed her with long strides.
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While she knelt down, he stood towering above her, his height in stark contrast to her smaller,
bent form.
Naomi, sensing the uneasy atmosphere, decided it was best to leave. <b>She </b>approached Lucius,
<b>and </b>asked, “Would you like to stay for dinner, Master Lucius? Shall I go get some groceries<b>?</b>”
Lucius gave no clear answer, leaving his intentions unclear.
Naomi understood the situation, and prepared to leave with her grocery bag.
“Mom, I’ll apany you,” Violet offered, rubbing her hands together, eager to leave. She was
ufortable staying in the same space with him.
Naomi nced at Lucius with difficulty, and when she noticed his changing expression, she realized he was pretty adorable.
She shook her head, and advised, “No, you stay here. Keep our guestpany.“,
Violet couldn’t say anything else, and simply nodded.
Naomi pushed open the door, and halted at the doorway.
Following Naomi’s gaze, Violet saw two imposing men in ck, resembling their guardians,
squatting at the door, with George standing beside them.
Their presence was menacing outside the modest rented house.
So much so that when Naomi ran into a neighbor upstairs, she asked Naomi, “Naomi, did your family borrow money from loan sharks?”
Lucius’s expression darkened when he overheard thisment. Violet covered her mouth, but
failed to contain her chuckling.
“Is this amusing to you?” Lucius questioned, his tone sharp and his gaze prating.
“No, it’s not,” Violet replied, suppressing herughter<b>, </b>though she actually found the situation quite
funny.
“Maybe they shoulde inside?” she suggested, thinking it was better than having them
intimidate the neighbors.