Chapter 70

+15 BONOS Violet quickly adjusted her position as soon as he sat down, as if to make room for him.

Regina observed this exchange, and nodded in apparent approval.

Aware that Lucius and Regina needed to converse privately, Violet discreetly left the room to afford them some space. She busied herself with cleaning the dishes, and hurriedly ate her dinner.

Once done, she headed back to her room, accidentally bumping into Lucius as he was coming out of his. They met in the adjoining space.

“Thanks,” Violet said, slightly hesitating while pointing towards the bed.

Lucius glanced at the bed briefly, and said nonchalantly, “I arranged it so you’d be more rested to look after Grandma.”

Violet didn’t really think there was any other reason behind it.

She watched Lucius walk away with a glum expression, innocently touching her neck.

Ultimately, Violet chose not to sleep on the bed. Despite the presence of the nurse, she worried Regina might need assistance during the night.

Given Regina’s kind treatment of her, Violet felt compelled to reciprocate with diligent care, especially considering Regina’s days were limited.

When Regina eventually dozed off, Violet found herself nodding off in a chair at a distance.

Half–asleep, she felt something warm envelop her.

Too tired to open her eyes, she nestled deeper into the warmth, curling up tightly.

Lucius gazed at the cocooned figure of Violet, her face the only part visible. A small smile crept onto his lips. He appreciated her reliance on his belongings.

In the dim light, her small face glowed even more, and her pink lips moved slightly. It brought back memories of her feeding Regina earlier, and of those same lips once close to him as she fed him.

Feeling a fierce thump in his heart, Lucius experienced a sudden rush of heat enveloping him.

Choosing not to stay in the room any longer, he quickly made his exit.

Upon waking, Violet found a jacket laid over her.

Regina, now awake, eyed her with curiosity. “Can you actually sleep here comfortably at night?”

“I managed just fine,” Violet replied as she stretched. She picked up the jacket. “Thanks for this, Grandma.”

“That’s not my doing,” Regina said.

Confused, Violet examined the jacket and recognized its masculine style. Bringing it closer, she detected a subtle yet distinct male scent.

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+15 BONOS “That’s Lucius’s jacket,” Regina revealed with a knowing smile. “It seems my grandson is quite attentive towards you.”

“Really?” Violet questioned, her mind racing. The room was filled with items for warmth, yet Lucius had chosen his personal jacket for her. She pondered over his intentions.

Without seeking Lucius’s answers, she neatly folded the jacket, placing it on the bed’s head for him to retrieve later.

After departing from Regina’s room, Lucius felt a continuous, uncomfortable heat within him.

He spent a considerable amount of time at the gym, burning off his energy, followed by a shower before finally retiring to bed.

Rising early, Lucius didn’t hurry to leave his home as usual.

He took his time enjoying breakfast, and then settled on the sofa with the newspaper.

George watched him in confusion. Lucius typically visited Regina first thing each morning, but today, he showed no sign of doing so. What could be different?

Knowing his place as a servant, George dared not probe. He quietly stood by, prepared to assist Lucius as needed.

Lucius occasionally lifted his gaze towards the staircase.

Was he expecting someone to come down?

At ten o’clock, Lucius abruptly put down his newspaper and headed upstairs.

Violet had not had the opportunity to step out, as Regina was awake and not feeling well.

Regina had insisted Violet not inform Lucius about her condition, so Violet attempted to ease her discomfort with a massage.

A doctor had visited them once, and commended Violet for her efforts.

After a lengthy, three–hour massage, Violet’s hands were sore. She left Regina’s room, her hands hanging limply. She didn’t even have breakfast yet.

Descending the stairs, she saw Lucius exiting his bedroom. Violet merely nodded in passing, not stopping.

“Agatha!” Lucius called out, annoyed.

“Do you need something?” Violet asked weakly.

“Why are you asking if I need something?” Lucius’s face grew colder. He had expected some gratitude for his jacket, yet she dared to question his needs?

“Jacket,” he uttered one word.

“Oh,” Violet replied nonchalantly, gesturing towards Regina’s room, “It’s in there; you can get +15 BONOS it yourself.”

“Get it by myself?” Lucius looked at her as if she were a stranger.

Feeling she was dangerously close to passing out due to her hunger, Violet quickly continued on her way downstairs.

Throughout the day, Lucius maintained a gloomy demeanor.

Violet noticed his brooding expressions directed at her and concluded that he was unusually upset.

Ever since Regina’s arrival, he had rarely shown such a cold front.

Despite never looking her way, Violet couldn’t shake off the feeling that his coldness was aimed at her.

She touched her neck, confused by her own thoughts.

“Child, bring me some juice,” Regina asked, gesturing with her chin.

Violet was relieved to leave the room; facing Lucius’s icy demeanor all day was anything but pleasant.

Once Violet was gone, Regina’s tone became serious.

“Be honest with me; you really care for her, don’t you?” she prodded Lucius.