Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 28

But as long as she could leave, everything else would become easier!

Oliver’s words were just too tempting. She couldn’t care less about other things right now, so she just

braced herself and continued lying. “I gave birth and hid the baby. Since I can’t leave, I might as well

bring it back.”

Lucius suddenly grabbed her neck in a vice grip and lifted her up. His muscles were tense, and his grip ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

was so strong Violet thought he was going to crush her windpipe.

“You didn’t abort the baby?” he asked in an icy voice that did not reveal whether he was happy or

angry.

Violet was having a hard time breathing. Her body was practically airborne. Aside from feeling

asphyxiated.

she was also in great pain. She tried to break free, but to no avail. “If you kill me… you will never— find

the baby!TM

Her words had the desired effect. Lucius released her. “George, go with her to find the baby!”

She could finally leave!

The moment the helicopter rose into the air, Violet felt free.

George was right next to her. “Madam, you should know by now that Master Lucius might forgive you

for what

you’ve done because of the baby. It’s good for you. Please bring the baby back as soon as possible.”

Violet nodded without bothering to decipher what George said. She strode away in a hurry to get to

Oliver’s

drawing room.

The door was unlocked, and she opened it with a light push. The room was filled with frames and

finished artworks. The smell of paint assaulted her nostrils. Violet sucked in a deep breath. Then, she

saw the man

drawing in front of an easel.

Even though his back was turned toward her, his lively way of holding the brush and his black hair gave

him

the demeanor of an artist.

Violet sucked in a deep breath and called out to him. “Oliver.”

The man had been focused on drawing. When Violet called out to him, he stopped drawing.

Violet took a step closer and saw Emily’s face was on the easel. In the portrait, she was smiling and

had a flower by her lips. The painting was so realistic that Emily seemed about to walk out of the

portrait.

In one swift motion, Oliver covered the easel, as if he did not want to share Emily with Violet.

“Why are you here?” he asked coldly without turning around to look at her.

Violet quickly looked away. Her breath caught in her throat. “I just wanted to tell you.”

Her voice quivered. It was only when she stood in front of him that she realized just how emotional of a

matter

it was to tell him what had really happened. She could hardly find the right words to explain it. “When

you

were in a coma-”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Oliver interrupted her with clear annoyance in his voice,

“But the truth is-“Violet tried again when the sound of a ringing phone interrupted them. Oliver quickly

picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

“Emily?” When he heard what she said, his expression changed. “I’ll go over now!”

He grabbed the jacket from behind him and ran to the door without any thought for Violet.

She grabbed his arm. “Oliver, please listen to me!”

“I have no time for you! Let go!” he snapped at her and quickly pulled out his arm, as if he was going to

die if she touched him for even a second more.

Oliver had never been like this in the past!

He ran out of the room and continued down the corridor.

With a sudden bout of strength, Violet ran out after him and blocked his way, which ended in Oliver

nearly running her over. She staggered, but did not pay it any attention. She grabbed his hand and

said, “Let me sing

to you.”

She was certain that if Oliver heard her voice, he would understand all that had happened. However,

when Oliver heard what she said, he thought she meant something else. He grabbed her chin and

glared at her with hostility and anger.

“You’re the one who ruined Emily’s voice, and you actually have the gall to sing to me? Violet, even if

Emily

can never sing again, I won’t listen to you! Leave!”

Violet opened her mouth. She had never thought that the gentle Oliver could ever use such a severe

tone to

tell her to leave. Her heart clenched in pain, and she had trouble breathing.

Oliver pushed her aside with disdain and headed outside again. His hurried footsteps made Violet

understand

that he truly cared about Emily.

With the last of her strength, she shouted at him, “Are you. Are you going to choose Emily even if she’s

not

the one who helped you wake up?!”

“Yes!”

Violet had thought that Oliver would ignore her, but he answered, and he did it with ease! His answer

pushed

her into the depths of the abyss, and she could no longer see a way out of it.

Tears rolled down her face.

“I see…”

Honestly, based on how he treated Emily in the past, she should have guessed it, but she just had to

be an

idiot.

Violet did not chase after him again, because there was no longer a need for it. Her heart had been

torn to shreds, and she stood in a daze in the drawing room. Despite the room being warm, she felt

cold.