Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 12

“A-Abort it?” Violet was extremely frightened.

Didn’t he get angry because his child had been aborted?

“Do you think this filthy body of yours deserves to bear my child?”

He spoke as if he had read her thoughts. His words were incredibly heartless.

She felt a sting in her chest. She curled her fingers around her abdomen and felt helpless. Lucius was

indeed a terrible person. To think he would actually do this because of his wife’s betrayal!

Fortunately, the examination showed that she was not pregnant.

When the doctor announced the news, she realized that her palms were slick with sweat.

Lucius did not respond. His expression was blank.

“Also, she’s having-”

“You can go now.”

The doctor was about to mention Violet’s fever, but Lucius interrupted him and told him to leave. Due to

how

intimidating he was, the doctor said nothing else and left.

“Master Lucius.” George came in once he saw the doctor leave. He looked at Violet and was ready to Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

escort

her out.

“Chain her to the headboard,” Lucius instructed as he pointed to the bed where Violet was lying.

George looked surprised. “But this is your bedroom.”

Lucius’s words also startled Violet. She shot a glance at him in disbelief when she heard what he said.

“Is there a problem?” he retorted with a cold glare at George.

“No,” George quickly replied. He did not dare to offer any suggestions.

George chained Violet up. She clenched her teeth as she looked at the chains on her wrists.

Was he not afraid that she would strangle him with this chain at night?

“Before you start imagining how to kill me, why don’t you start considering whether you’re even capable

of carrying it out?” said Lucius coldly.

Those chilling words served as both a reminder and a warning.

Violet looked at him in surprise. His face remained expressionless.

How did he figure out what she was thinking?!

His dark, tousled hair fell over his eyes. He looked stern and unyielding.

Her shoulders drooped when she realized she was no match for him.

“There’s only one bed,” she stammered.

“You’re sleeping on the floor!” he responded rudely.

There was a hint of mockery in his eyes. He must be thinking she was plotting something.

Violet secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, it would be even better if she did not have to share a

room

with him.

“Don’t you despise me? Wouldn’t seeing me every night before you sleep get on your nerves? What if it

messes up your sleep?” She tried to express her desire to sleep in another room tactfully.

Lucius snorted coldly. He approached her and grabbed her chin so that he could force her to look into

his eyes.

“What’s the harm in sleeping a bit less? Just seeing you brings back memories of how stupid I was and

all the

humiliation you brought to me. It’ll remind me not to fall for it again!”

So, that was the role she was going to play?

His tone was harsh, and his expression was cold. Once again, she shuddered.

“And of course…” he said as he let go of her. “It’ll make it easier for me to punish you.”

Cold sweat rolled down her spine as she bit her lip helplessly. She tried clenching her fists, but she

could only do so weakly. She could not even form a proper fist despite repeating the motion a couple of

times.

Was this her destiny?

Didn’t people get into relationships when they got along well and break up when they didn’t? Why was

he being so petty when his wife fell in love with another man?

She did not dare to say those words out loud.

Because of the fever, she was drained and had become extremely frail. In addition to Lucius’s threats,

she was physically and emotionally spent. She slumped down on the floor.

Lucius stepped over her and left without giving her another look. She pressed her body against the

carpet. In less than a minute, she fell into a deep sleep.