Chapter 115
Chapter 115
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Violet grumbled internally in frustration. Ugh, does he really expect me to feed him?
Though tempted to splash the water in his face, she ultimately restrained herself. She picked up the
spoon, scooped up some water, blew it, and brought it to his lips.
He obediently opened his mouth.
Was he a child? Always needing to be fed?
Careful not to let her irritation show, Violet fed him spoonful after spoonful.
Once he drank all the water, Violet felt a sense of relief. She could imagine the appreciative look she
would receive from George. Quietly, she made her way to leave the room.
But then, a low voice from behind called out, “Violet, come home with me!”
Violet’s heart skipped a beat in shock, almost breaking apart with his words.
What did he just say? She struggled to comprehend, only managing to turn and look at him.
He was still focused on his work; his expression stern, his lips tightly sealed, and his eyes cold.
Convinced she had misheard, she shook her head and continued to exit the room, closing the door
behind her.
The business trip stretched on for six more days, concluding on the seventh day. To mark the end,
their business partner threw a party and extended a special invitation to Lucius.
“No, I won’t attend,” Lucius flatly refused, showing no consideration for his business partner.
“I’ve heard the party host invited the renowned international soprano Alaia.”
Violet overheard this conversation among staff members as she carried a glass of water toward
Lucius’s office.
“Alaia?” she uttered, her eyes widening in surprise.
Alaia was her most–admired soprano. While everyone knew Emily for her singing. Violet held a similar
passion. If it weren’t for her desire to stay close to Oliver, she might have attended an art
school.
Entering the room, she placed the glass on the table.
Lucius sipped gracefully from his glass.
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Violet wasn’t prompted to leave as usual, and asked, “Alaia… Is she really going to be at the party?
Lucius glanced up at her, asking, “Do you like Alala?”
“Yes, very much,” she said frankly,
Once Lucius had finished his drink, Violet left the room, still holding the glass in her hand.
As evening approached, Violet was busy preparing Lucius’s dinner.
George approached her with news. “There’s no need for dinner tonight. Master Lucius is attending a
thank–you party hosted by his business associate. Also, he wants you to accompany him as his plus
one.”
“A party? But didn’t he decline the invitation?” Violet asked George, visibly surprised.
George simply replied, “Master Lucius’s decisions can often be unpredictable.”
To Violet, whether Lucius was predictable or not was irrelevant. The fact that she had the
opportunity to meet her idol was all that mattered.
Violet was so ecstatic that she nearly leaped into the air. She dashed back to her room and changed
her attire.
She discovered a problem when she looked through her luggage–she didn’t have appropriate
clothing for the party.
Violet came here to cook for Lucius. No one in their right mind would dress up for that.
She scratched her head, realizing she was dealing with a difficult problem.
What’s more troublesome was that to attend such a high–class party, one must wear an expensive
gown, something Violet realized she couldn’t afford even if she had the time to shop for
one.
She knew life had to go on and couldn’t justify spending her limited resources on a dress, especially
when Naomi depended on her.
Feeling disheartened, Violet knocked on Lucius’s door ten minutes later, and reluctantly said, “I’ve been
thinking… I shouldn’t attend the party.”
“You’re not going?” Lucius raised his eyebrows, and asked in surprise, “Why?”
The question put Violet in a difficult position, as she was hesitant to confess her financial
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Attempting to sidestep the truth, she replied, “My role here is to cook, and it doesn’t seem right for me
to be at such a social event,”
“Who says it’s not fitting?”
“Well, I…”
“You wanted to meet Alaia, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
He cut her off firmly. “No ‘buts“.”
It was entirely up to her if she wanted to meet her hero, Alaia. Taking in such a tyrannical Lucius,
she reacted with a flaming wrath.
She defiantly responded, “Attending the party is my choice. If I decide not to go, then so be it.”
Violet turned to walk away, but Lucius grabbed her arm and yanked her back. His stern gaze bore into
her, and his breathing was heavy as if he were restraining frustration.
“Do you really think I’d attend such a dull event if not for you? Is there something wrong with your
head? Can’t you even see this?”
“…”
Stunned by his words, Violet questioned whether she had misheard that he was attending the
party for her sake?
“This…” Struggling to articulate her thoughts, she finally managed to ask, “But why would you do
that for me?”
“Why?” Lucius responded, somewhat roughly caressing her hair. “Because…”
Seeing her expression, Lucius want to smack her. He was a man of great pride, too proud to
reveal his true feelings. How could he express his true feelings after she made this assumption?
He tapped her head and pushed it aside, saying. “Exactly. Glad you understand.”
It was just as she had predicted. Violet was dissatisfied with his response, but she managed to hide it Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
and maintain a forced smile.