After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

The police checked the documents and, confirming they were genuine, said to Lucas, "Take your wife home. She shouldn't drink so much; it's not good. for her health." "Alright," Lucas responded indifferently.

The two policemen left.

Sidney stood to the side, a faint look of embarrassment on his handsome. face. "Sorry, I didn't know you were her husband. In that case, please take her home."

Lucas shot him a cold glance before carrying Aveline into the elevator.

Aveline continued to struggle.

"Let go, let go of me..."

Holding her, Lucas looked at her flushed face, his mood particularly foul. He gave her a sharp slap on the bottom. Aveline, you better behave!"

In her drunken state, Aveline didn't even feel the slap.

The elevator doors slowly closed as Aveline, half-squinting, looked utterly intoxicated.

Lucas' face was grim. If he hadn't come here, would she not have gone home tonight? Had she found herself another young man?

A cold wind blew as they exited No. 9 Mansion, causing Aveline to shiver and instinctively snuggle closer to him.

watched her, and he sneered

cold, forgetting how she had pushed him away moments ago,

on the seat but kept her on his lap, letting her lean

driver started the car and headed

breath heavy with the scent of alcohol. Her fingers clutched Lucas' shirt, creating several

"Let me go...

murmuring

darker. Did she

she refused to be held

the tighter he held her, as if trying to merge her into his

they made

in his embrace, whimpered and started

stiffened, his expression darkening further.

single sentence, Aveline fell asleep, her

Lucas' brow furrowed tightly.

Made her drink?

Who dared?

his phone and dialed Desmond's number, giving