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Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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The following morning. Violet stepped out of her flat, luggage in tow.
George was waiting for her downstairs. He smiled upon seeing her suitcase, playfully saying. “Ms.
Violet, you didn’t need to bring so much. We have everything necessary.” novelbin
“I feel more comfortable using my own things,” she responded, aware of Lucius’s affluence but
choosing to maintain a professional boundary, “especially since I’ll be compensated.”
George simply smiled in response, offering no further comment.
Lucius had reserved an entire plane for himself.
As Violet followed George and boarded the plane, she noticed Lucius reclining in his seat, utterly
ignoring her presence, yet casting a contemptuous glance 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 elastic.
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 blanket nearby, and she hesitated whether to cover him with it or not.
Violet saw a lovely flight attendant beat her to it. gently placing the blanket 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 relaxed 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 penetrating 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 blanket?”
Lucius looked down at the blanket draped over him, which had been nicely laid out by the
flight attendant.
Violet shook her head and denied, “No!”
She refused to accept 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 blanket 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 accepted the fact that he was ignoring her, and thought it wasn’t so bad.
She blinked, then checked the time. The flight was supposed to last 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 blanket. 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 blanket was finally adjusted properly, and she succumbed to
sleep once more.
“Time to wake up. We’re about to land!” a gruff voice, nudging her.
Violet awoke groggily, only to see Lucius stride coldly past her. She sat up and grabbed the blanket
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 blankets.”
The attendant returned the smile courteously.
Lucius, nearing the exit, paused and glanced back.
The attendant, seemingly caught off guard by his reaction, hurriedly clarified, “Actually, it was Mr. Davis
who covered you with the blanket.”
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 blanket.”
“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.