Chapter 47

Violet’s heart pounded with fear as she confronted Lucius.

How could she work up the courage to confront him like that, she wondered?

Despite feeling empathy for his circumstances, she saw no reason to risk her life by entering the lion’s den. On the other hand, retreating wasn’t her style.

Determined, she assumed a commanding tone, and went on, “Starting today, you must eat regularly, regardless of your schedule. If you choose not to, that’s fine by me. I’ll be free to enjoy life and fool around with other men once you’re gone.”

George, standing at the door, coughed repeatedly, signaling to Violet that she was treading on dangerous ground.

But she added mockingly, “Since we’re married, I’ll inherit your wealth if you die. Haha! Imagine me doing it with other men in your bed.”

A dark cloud crept across Lucius’s features.

Regardless, Violet went on, “You better think twice about what you’re doing!”

She then hurried out of the study, tossing the spoon aside. She obviously couldn’t sit there after she had said such defiant things to him.

Fortunately, Lucius chose not to pursue Violet as she left.

Later, when George entered to provide Lucius with water, he emerged from the study carrying an empty bowl.

Violet soon realized it was the same bowl of porridge she had brought for Lucius earlier.

George then informed her, “Master Lucius has decided that you’ll handle all his meals from now on. He prefers them to be light and simple, served in small quantities.”

There was a noticeable gleam of thankfulness in George’s eyes as he delivered this message.

Violet touched her head, startled that her comments had actually made an impact.

“Also, Master Lucius wants you to personally feed him,” George added.

Violet nearly burst into tears. She wondered why it was her responsibility to feed him. However, she reluctantly complied as there was no other choice.

At noon, she dutifully brought Lucius a milk pudding. He didn’t look at her but pulled her onto his lap, as he had done before.

As she fed him, he ate mechanically, not paying attention to the food.

His head occasionally brushed against her chest, and there were moments when his lips nearly touched her nipple as he turned to eat. His scalding hot breath made it difficult for her to hold the bowl steady.

Violet was sweating profusely by the time she finished feeding him. She felt more drained than having jogged many laps.

Lucius, preoccupied with his work, dismissed her as soon as she finished.

This routine went on for several days.

“You’re incredible,” she heard one day.

Exiting the study after feeding Lucius. Violet encountered his new lover, who had observed the entire scene through the partially open door. Jealousy was apparent on the woman’s face.

Violet giggled. She wanted to cry, but no one would not believe her.

“Could you show me how to cook? I’m clueless about Lucius’s food preferences,” she asked modestly, clearly sharper than the lady in the bikini.

Violet appreciated her insight, and decided to teach her a few tricks.

“There’s no special trick. The key is simplicity. He has a taste for simpler, rougher food. The less refined it is, the more he likes it.”

“Hmm… Haha!” the woman giggled awkwardly, clearly disagreeing with her statement.

Violet felt a chill on the back of her neck, and pondered why.

“Lucius!” the woman suddenly called out coyly.

*Lucius?!”

Violet whirled around swiftly the moment she realized the woman was summoning someone, only to see Lucius standing behind her, his face dark with displeasure.

Had he overheard their conversation?

Lucius gave Violet a frosty look. He had just finished his work, and had caught the tail end of her comments.

He remained silent, but his expression spoke volumes as he walked past her.

Flushed, Violet replayed her own words in her mind-she recalled the part about Lucius preferring coarse food, and cringed at the thought of him eating something like bran.

Anxious that Lucius might confront her about it, she spent most of the day on edge, startled by every sound from upstairs. To her relief, he never approached her.

Eventually, she relaxed and went back to her routine.

Since she began cooking for Lucius, George had stopped assigning her garden work.

Violent welcomed this break, enjoying some leisure time in her room with the air conditioning.

Later, feeling thirsty, she stepped out with a cup in hand and unexpectedly found herself face-to-face with Lucius again.

Violet tried to shield her face and slip away quietly. As she moved past Lucius, she suddenly felt a firm grip around her waist, pulling her towards him.

Caught off guard, she was quickly yanked forward by Lucius. They entered his bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them. She soon found herself pushed onto his bed.

Violet recoiled immediately. She kept a wary eye on him as he pinned himself on top of her, trapping him beneath him.

“You…”

“Rough and coarse food? Do you see me as a cow?”

He hummed coldly through his nose, emanating deadly air.

She was astounded that he was aware of her remarks. Her head raced as she struggled to say the right words.

“Didn’t you mention wanting to invite men and bang them on my bed? Should I arrange that for you?”

His gaze drifted towards her chest as he said threateningly, “How about a few bulls?”