Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

“Sh*t!” Lucius cursed. He abruptly stopped kissing Violet. She finally had the chance to breathe. She took a deep breath and
placed her hands on her chest.
He stayed on top of her with his erection pressed against her.
When Violet finally regained her strength, she did not try to break free for fear of upsetting him. She said cautiously to him, “Mr.
Lucius, I’m Violet Wickham. I have parents and a sister. You can ask them about my identity. I can also list the schools I went to
when I was young. You’ll find my information there, too. You can check it.”
If he could stop seeing her as Agatha, she would put aside all his previous mistreatment toward her.
Lucius snorted.
“Agatha, do you think I’m stupid? You changed your looks just to hide from me. Changing your personal information is nothing to
you, if that’s the case.”
“You...”
She just could not get through to him!
She felt extremely frustrated and wanted to curse at him.
Lucius tightened his grip on her chin and forced her to look at him. He grinned coldly and looked like a demon. “Carve this into
your skull: don’t do these things to deceive me next time, or else, I’ll get upset and kill everyone who helped you.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Violet was so agitated that she shot up.

Lucius moved his hand down. He forced her back down again by pushing on her chest. “Just try me!”
She struggled to breathe again. She did not dare say anything else.
Lucius let her go. He got up, and the weight on her body disappeared. Then, he walked straight out the door. Violet sat up and
placed her hand on her chest to feel her heartbeat.
She... had just escaped death.
How long was she supposed to live as Agatha?
Lucius went to the living room. When he sat down, he punched the sofa, and it let out a muffled thump. A heavy weight settled in
his chest.
He kissed her! That was not all. He even liked how nice her lips felt!
Was it because he had not touched a woman in a long time?
“Master, Shanna wants to see you. Do you want to meet her?” George emerged. He was still awake.
“Shanna?” Lucius repeated the name. He could not remember what she looked like.
“Do I ask her to leave?”
When he noticed that Lucius was in a bad mood, he made the decision himself to avoid making him more upset.
Lucius raised his hand to stop him. “Let her in.” Agatha was there to be punished, so she could not serve as his relief. He
needed another woman for that.

“Understood,” George said. He did not leave immediately. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “We’ve found the people
that you were looking for...”
“Bring them here,” ordered Lucius.
He then stood up and said, “I’ll be working all night. Don’t let anyone disturb me.”
“Understood,” George said.
He was not surprised. He knew that Lucius was a workaholic. He turned and left after watching him enter the study room.
...
Violet did not dare to sleep even after Lucius left. She stayed up all night until the sun came up. The view from the window was
unlike the city; she could see vast fields of green.
She would have surely enjoyed staying here if she had not arrived in this place as a prisoner.
All of a sudden, a strong wind blew and caused the grass to bend down. Puzzled, she stood up and saw a helicopter landing on
the grass not far from her window. The wind from the helicopter had caused the grass to bend!
The hatch opened, and three people came out. One of them was a slim woman who was about 175 cm tall. She was well-
dressed, and her hair was neatly styled. She looked like either a socialite or an upper-class woman.
Two tall and strong men walked closely behind her. They looked like her bodyguards, or perhaps, escorts!
Violet felt her eyes twitch.
Had the real Agatha been found?
If so, was she now free to go?
She was overjoyed and started twirling in the room.
She kept waiting, but the woman who was supposed to set her free did not show up. Her happiness turned into uncertainty.
Soon, she started to feel anxious.

When George opened the door, she hurried to him and grabbed his hand. She did not even realize that she was hurting his
hand. “Mr. Butler, who’s that lady who came this morning?”