Chapter 75


    Lucius’s mood darkened again as he observed Violet, who consistently seemed to avoid him like a


    timid mouse avoiding a cat, yet behaved differently around others.


    He cleared his throat loudly to announce his presence.


    Half–asleep, Violet was startled awake by the sound and was immediately confronted by Lucius’s cold


    and stern face.


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    She quickly sat up, nearly throwing Regina’s hand out of the bed, but managed to gently ce it back


    under the covers.


    Violet tried to be as quiet as possible to avoid disturbing Regina, yet Lucius could still detect her


    cautiousness towards him.


    “I’m sorry,” she offered a timid apology.


    It wasn’t a big deal; Lucius understood that without Regina’s permission, Violet wouldn’t have been in


    that


    bed.


    Yet he expressed his displeasure, and questioned her sense of propriety. “Sleeping in just any bed?


    Haven’t


    figured out your ce yet?”


    Feeling self–conscious about her ce in Lucius’s eyes and about sleeping in Regina’s bed, Violet’s


    head


    dipped.


    “If it were a man in this bed, would it matter to you?” Even though Lucius was oblivious to his


    underlying resentment, his remarks were filled with a concealed sting.


    Violet blinked, perplexed and unable to understand his argument. Was it her sharing Regina’s bed that


    – disturbed him, or the concept that she’d sleep in anyone’s bed?


    Lucius, irritated by her innocent expression,manded coldly, “Go outside and weed the garden!”


    Violet looked at Regina before leaving, as told.


    Later, when Regina awoke to find Lucius beside her, she was overjoyed and conversed eagerly.


    Lucius, usually impatient, showed endless tolerance for Regina. He patiently listened to her, not


    showing any


    sign of annoyance.


    “Where’s Vivi?” Regina eventually noticed Violet’s absence; she knew Violet was always nearby and


    unlikely to


    be avoiding her duties.


    She turned to look at Lucius.


    “I sent her to weed the garden,” Lucius acknowledged, somewhat hesitantly. “Today, I’ll keep you


    Regina peered outside and noticed a little figure, nearly swallowed up by the vast grass field.


    She didn’t protest Lucius’s arrangement, but said casually, “I heard the temperature outside is going to


    exceed


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    Lucius’s brow twisted slightly, but he offered no response to her remark.


    “It looks like it’s going to get even hotter, maybe hitting fifty degrees. That kind of heat could practically


    roast someone,” Regina half–joked,menting on the extreme temperatures. “At the very least, it’d


    get to medium rare.”


    Lucius clinched his brows and gazed out the window.


    The house, situated on the ins, meant the sun rose early. While the air conditioning kept the room


    He made no move to call Violet back inside. He believed she was sensible enough to avoid


    unnecessary


    suffering and would return once the heat became unbearable.


    Lucius wasn’t known for his leniency.


    Violet, on the other hand, seemed undeterred by the scorching sun. Her hand–weeding process was


    slow,


    making it look like she hadn’t moved at all.


    Lucius fiddled with his cuffs, bing increasingly irritated. He got to his feet, and said, “I’ll get you


    something to eat.”


    Under normal circumstances, a mere word from him would have had the servants bring the food, yet he


    chose


    to go out himself.


    George was right outside the door, always ready to attend to Lucius.


    “Master Lucius?”


    He intended to ask if Lucius required anything. Without asking George to fetch the food, Lucius


    continued


    outside, with George following him.


    The view from downstairs was more expansive due to bulletproof ss walls that provided an


    unobstructed


    view of the outside.


    Lucius’s expression grew more stern. As he took a lunch tray upstairs, he told George, “Tell Agatha the


    temperature will rise to fifty today.”


    George maintained a neutral expression, standing by respectfully, ready for further instructions.


    Lucius, however, was already on his way upstairs.


    Left to his own thoughts, George contemted Lucius’s motive for sending such a message to Violet.


    Despite his intelligence, he couldn’t deduce Lucius’s intentions. Despite that, he faithfully conveyed the


    message to


    Violet as instructed.


    Violet, who was nearly sunburned to a charred outside, exhaled heavily when she heard George’s


    message,


    and muttered, “That exins it.”


    George then went back inside.


    “What was her response?” Lucius asked George after Regina had finished her porridge.


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    George, after a brief thought, answered honestly, “Ms. Agatha said, ‘That exins it.“”


    “And what exactly does that exin?” Lucius pressed.


    “She didn’t borate,” George replied.


    Lucius locked his sight on him, as if his prating nce could physically harm George.


    George brushed away his sweat, bing increasingly bewildered by Lucius‘ erratic mood swings.


    “If that’s the case, let her stay out in the sun!” Lucius thought, wishing she would just bake out there. In


    a fit of rage, he hurriedly ascended the stairs.


    George observed Lucius’s departure, slowly realizing something. He wondered if Lucius had rekindled


    his feelings for Agatha. In his eyes, Agatha had a certain charm that seemed to soften Lucius’s edges.


    This led George to consider whether it was time to address a certain issue.


    Knowing it was futile to hide anything from Lucius, George understood it was only a matter of time


    before Lucius discovered any secrets.