After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Chapter 192

He stood there, watching her intently as if he wouldn't stop until she followed his instructions. Aveline briefly closed her eyes, amused that despite her disheveled state, he didn't seem bothered. Clearly, he wasn't picky.

It wasn't the first time she had undressed herself in front of him, so Aveline didn't fuss. Her expression quickly returned to calm as she began unbuttoning her shirt. Beneath it, a white tank top with thin straps hung delicately on her elegant, pale shoulders, accentuating her frail beauty.

Aveline set her shirt aside and looked up at Lucas. He averted his gaze from her, took the first aid kit, and sat beside her. Seizing her arm, he began tending to the scrapes. Aveline paused, surprised he was actually treating her wounds.

He was so close now, the light casting his sharp, handsome features in deep relief. His long eyelashes and high nose bridge, combined with his slightly lowered eyes, gave him a distinguished air. He frowned at the injuries on her arm, his movements gentle and careful.

His lips thinned to a tight line, radiating a palpable gloom. Once, such intensity from him would have set Aveline's heart racing. Now, the memory of his cold words swiftly smothered any spark of emotion she might have felt.

She cast her eyes down, stopping her wandering thoughts. It was better this way. Gradually, she liked, him less and less.

After he was done treating one arm, he moved to the other, and once he was done, Lucas stepped out.

pack, which he pressed against her face. The coldness seeped through her skin, making Aveline shiver slightly, instinctively wanting to pull

move anymore. He stood by her side, his crisp, cool scent wafting over her, making her eyelashes tremble. She reached

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the ice pack and turned to enter the bathroom with a change of clothes. The sound of rushing water

felt a

ring shattered her thoughts. Aveline's eyes darted to the source-Lucas' phone, its screen aglow with Sophia's

momentary daze vanished instantly, and her heart turned colder than the ice pack pressed against

burning pain eased. She placed the ice pack on the table, slipped her shirt on, and was

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bathroom door opened. Lucas, dressed in a silver-gray nightgown, stepped out. Seeing her about to leave, he said coldly, "Stay here

asking you," he