Chapter 113


    The following morning. Violet stepped out of her t, luggage in tow.


    George was waiting for her downstairs. He smiled upon seeing her suitcase, yfully saying. “Ms.


    Violet, you didn’t need to bring so much. We have everything necessary.”


    “I feel morefortable using my own things,” she responded, aware of Lucius’s affluence but


    choosing to maintain a professional boundary, “especially since I’ll bepensated.”


    George simply smiled in response, offering no furtherment.


    Lucius had reserved an entire ne for himself.


    As Violet followed George and boarded the ne, she noticed Lucius reclining in his seat, utterly


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    ignoring her presence, yet casting a contemptuous nce at her suitcase.


    Opting to disregard his attitude, Violet followed George to the staff area of the cabin.


    “George, bring her over here.” Lucius instructed, signaling toward a seat beside him.


    Violet tensed up at this, and reminded him, “I’m only here to cook.”


    “What else do you think I’d need you for?” he said frankly, his disdain and aloofness visible in his


    gaze.


    Feeling awkward, as if she had misjudged the situation, Violet chose silence and settled in the


    indicated seat.


    Lucius engrossed himself in a magazine, effectively rendering her invisible. Violet pulled out her phone


    and began scrolling through social media.


    The journey progressed in silence.


    He transformed his spacious seat into a makeshift bed, and lowered it into a reclining position.


    Eventually, he reclined his seat and shut his eyes to recuperate.


    Despite being such a finicky eater, he seemed unconcerned about his sleep, easily falling asleep


    on the recliner.


    Violet was relieved when she spotted his eyes closed.


    He looked lovely in his sleep, and his harsh demeanor had given way to a childlike gentleness. This


    man was more gorgeous than many women, his skin firm and stic.


    What on earth was she thinking? She snapped out of her reverie, suddenly conscious of the cool


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    She saw the temperature was set too low, and was concerned Lucius might catch a cold.


    There was a nket nearby, and she hesitated whether to cover him with it or not.


    Violet saw a lovely flight attendant beat her to it. gently cing the nket over him with a soft


    expression.


    With such a beautiful woman attending him, why should she interfere? She chastised herself for her


    nosiness.


    Lucius’s rest was brief; he awoke after about thirty minutes.


    His appearance upon awakening was rxed yet captivating, reminiscent of a fairy tale’s sleeping


    beauty.


    “What are you thinking?” he asked abruptly.


    His voice was raspy from sleep, but his prating gaze seemed to read her thoughts.


    Feeling a bit guilty, Violet looked down and replied, “Nothing, really.”


    He gave her a skeptical look, then pointedly asked, “Did you cover me with the nket?”


    Lucius looked down at the nket draped over him, which had been nicelyid out by the


    flight attendant.


    Violet shook her head and denied, “No!”


    She refused to ept credit for what the flight attendant had done. She pointed to the attendant and


    stood at the entrance, saying, “She did.”


    “Good,” he responded. Yet suddenly, he seemed irritated and flung the nket aside.


    Violet was perplexed. Didn’t he dislike her covering him? Why was he furious when she hadn’t?


    He continued to disregard her, focusing on his own activities and treating her as though she were non–


    existent.


    Violet epted the fact that he was ignoring her, and thought it wasn’t so bad.


    She blinked, then checked the time. The flight was supposed tost seven to eight hours. There would


    be plenty of time to rest.


    Gradually feeling drowsy, Violet reclined in her seat and closed her eyes.


    She was half asleep when she felt someone cover her with a nket. The fabric was harshly


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    Violet couldn’t help but think that the flight attendant showed favoritism, covering Lucius with care but


    handling her quite roughly. She wasn’t a vision of stunning beauty, but she deserved some gentleness


    too.


    As these thoughts lingered, the nket was finally adjusted properly, and she sumbed to


    sleep once more.


    “Time to wake up. We’re about tond!” a gruff voice, nudging her.


    Violet awoke groggily, only to see Lucius stride coldly past her. She sat up and grabbed the nket


    tightly, still not entirely awake.


    The flight attendant approached her. “Miss, we’ve arrived. It’s time to disembark.”


    “Thank you,” Violet responded with a grateful smile. “You’ve been so attentive, even taking the time to


    cover us with nkets.”


    The attendant returned the smile courteously.


    Lucius, nearing the exit, paused and nced back.


    The attendant, seemingly caught off guard by his reaction, hurriedly rified, “Actually, it was Mr. Davis


    who covered you with the nket.”


    Lucius? Violet felt her jaw drop.


    She would rather doubt well–known historical events than think Lucius would perform such a gesture,


    but the flight attendant wouldn’t lie.


    Rising to her feet, she caught up to Lucius, expressing her gratitude. “Thank you for the nket.”


    “I did it to prevent you from getting sick. After all, there would be no one to cook if you were ill,” he


    replied coldly.