Chapter 307

Aveline dragged Sophia to the bedroom door.

Inside, a bedside lamp cast a dim, yellow light.

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Lucas, wearing a bathrobe, leaned against the headboard, the robe's collar open. He had a cigarette between his lips, and smoke swirled lazily around him.

"Continue what you were doing," Aveline said, pushing Sophia inside, her expression cold

watched them.

she

Her hands and feet were freezing.

Ha...

He couldn't even control his lust even when they were at the Tudor family mansion?"

He had claimed he wouldn't marry Sophia.

But now, here he was trying to sleep with her, right in front of Aveline.

had even considered whether

it matter? It

been her Lu; he had always intended to

and Sophia were

be clapping and

decided not to love him, so

appearing calm when she was

cigarette, his eyes

means to get

held onto a shred of hope that he might deny

But he didn't.

like a slap in the face, leaving a burning

a deep breath, she said, "Since it already come to this. Lucas, let's get divorced. You can marry Miss Winter. Don't let Miss Winter bear the stigma of being a mistress. She doesn't deserve such

tall figure looming as he approached her. He grabbed her by the neck. and

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felt a mix of fear and humiliation from the earlier scene. Her eyes flickered,

Lucas and I were supposed to get married. I'm

mistress.

struggled to breathe, and upon hearing Sophia's words, she forced a mocking smile.

fixed on Aveline, but his words were

lip and left the room. As she exited, a

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