Violet nodded.
But the next moment Lucas's hand extended and he grabbed on to Lydia's waist. He rubbed his head against her back intimately and contently.
"Don't leave me," he said.
Violet blinked her eyes. "I will leave you two alone."
She hurriedly placed down the glass of honey water and the pill on the table before wanting to run away in case she saw something inappropriate.
However, Violet gasped as Lydia raised her hand and slapped Lucas on his cheek mercilessly. She touched her cheek subconsciously, feeling a phantom pain.
Lucas's eyes instantly shot open at the pain. He touched his cheek and stared at Lydia with accusing eyes only to be met with the woman's cold, irritated gaze.
He could only growl softly.
Violet did not understand whether to be amused or feel pity for Lucas.
"It hurts," he complained while pouting.
Lydia looked at Violet and spoke out, "You take care of him. I am going to bed."
