Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 13

After a night’s rest, Violet felt much better than she did yesterday. Even though the fever had not gone

down, she felt less groggy and had the strength to stand up again.

She instinctively turned to look at the bed. No one was on it, and the blanket was neatly spread over

the bed. She did not know whether this meant Lucius had not returned to the bedroom all night or if he

had already

gotten up.

She rubbed her forehead and used the bed to help herself up. It was still early; the sun had not risen

yet. Light- colored clouds rested low in the sky and formed a beautiful picture with the lake and green

grass.

A new day had begun. She wondered what awaited her.

When she turned, she unexpectedly saw a light gray object on the table. It was the USB drive that the

plastic surgeon had left for them the day before.

She remembered him saying that Agatha’s plastic surgery process was all recorded.

She plugged it into the laptop in the room. Sure enough, there were videos on the USB drive!

She quickly opened them.

For the next two hours, she witnessed the entire process of a beautiful woman transforming into

another beautiful woman. Soon, the woman became noticeably more delicate, and she looked just like

her!

Could it be that Agatha actually went to such lengths to change her face just to avoid Lucius?!

Violet’s jaw dropped. She was left in disbelief at this seemingly cliche turn of events. The plastic

surgery process was long and complex, and the video was made up of several short clips, so it was not

very complete. However, the doctor had no reason to deceive her and Lucius.

Even if Agatha made herself look exactly like her, they were ultimately two different people! There

would be

differences!

Suddenly, a thought struck her. She started looking around the room. Knowing this was Lucius’s

bedroom and that Agatha likely used to stay there too, she was confident she could find something to

distinguish herself from Agatha.

“What are you looking for?”

While Violet was rummaging through the cabinets, Lucius’s cold voice suddenly rang out. Startled, she

instinctively looked up and found him standing behind her. His eyes were cold as he focused on her

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Violet felt a sudden surge of anxiety. She hurriedly said, “I want to find A-some past belongings,” she

said

vaguely. She did not want to make it sound as if she and Agatha were two different people. However, at

the

same time, she did not want to be her either.

However, Lucius understood what she said. His gaze turned even colder. “I’ve thrown out all your

things.”

“What?”

“I renovated the room. Even things with your scent made me nauseous.”

So, there was no hope of finding anything related to Agatha here.

Violet felt devastated and defeated.

“Did you really abort the child?”

“Huh?”

“Why did he bring up the child again?” She thought to herself.

His change of topic was too sudden. For a moment, she did not know how to respond.

He looked annoyed. Before she could respond, he changed the topic again. “I did not bring you back to

Imperial Palace so that you can live a good life. Go out and clear the weeds!”

She would rather be outside pulling weeds than confronting this cold-hearted man. Despite those

thoughts, her hands trembled as she stood under the scorching sun. She had only had a light

breakfast, and her fever had not subsided. The sun made her even more uncomfortable. Her clothes

were soaked in sweat.

She felt even more humiliated because her wrists were bound in iron chains. They were tightly

fastened to a wooden stake nearby. She felt like a cow led out into the open by its owner.

She was mortified.

She cursed Lucius over and over again in her heart. She did not even bother to pull the weeds

properly. She just yanked them out haphazardly.

“Madam, would you like some water?” A male servant approached her with a cup of water. This chore Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

was meant for men, but poor Violet had to do it under the scorching sun. He looked at her pitifully.

Violet was too

delicate. How could she do such hard labor?

Lucius just did not want her to die so quickly, huh?

She sighed and stood up. “Thank you.” Before she could take the cup, dizziness overcame her. Her

body swayed, and she was about to collapse.

The male servant was startled and instinctively caught her. “Are you okay, Madam?”

“I’m… okay.” She struggled to stand on her own two feet, but she got even dizzier. Once again, she fell

into his

arms.

“Madam!” He was flustered. He hastily held her and spilled the water.

She suddenly felt an unusual chill run down her spine. She was puzzled. A while ago, she felt really

hot. Why was she shivering now?

She looked over the servant’s shoulder and saw a figure standing several meters away. She now

understood why.

It was because of Lucius!