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.

even considered

it matter? It didn't

never truly been her Lu; he had always intended to be responsible for

he and Sophia were

be clapping and

had decided not to love him, so why was

had a talent for appearing calm when she was most

a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes hidden in the smoke, exuding a chilling

any means to get

had held onto a shred of hope that he

But he didn't.

slap in

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

up, his tall figure looming as he approached her. He grabbed her by the

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fear and humiliation from the earlier scene. Her eyes flickered, and

were supposed to

mistress.

words, she forced a mocking smile. "Right, you're not the mistress.

Aveline, but his words were directed at Sophia. "Leave

left the room. As she exited, a look of

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