After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

The next day.

When Aveline arrived at the studio, she was shocked to see Sidney at his desk, his face covered in bruises and his fingers struggling to type on the keyboard.

She hurried over and asked, "Sidney, what happened to you?"

Sidney looked up at her and managed a smile, though the effort caused his lips to twitch in pain, contorting his expression.

"I'm... fine," he said with difficulty. "After I left your place last night, I ran into Mr. Tudor. He suggested we spar a bit, so I agreed. Don't worry about me, I'm really okay." Aveline frowned. "Just a spar?"

If it was just a sparring match, how did he end up in such a bad state?

Sidney chuckled softly. "Yeah, it was just sparring. I'm really okay-it looks worse than it is, just some surface wounds. Please, don't hold it against Mr. Tudor because of me." There was a hint of self-deprecation in his eyes. "In the end, it's just because I'm not strong enough."

Aveline pressed her lips together and then turned to leave. When she returned, she was carrying a few items-a cold pack and some bruise ointment.

She pulled over a chair and sat directly in front of Sidney. "Turn around, I'll help you apply the ointment."

taken aback and shook his head. "That's not necessary,

expression was stern. "Do you plan on facing clients with that face? They might run away before you even get a chance to

a small laugh, though it was followed by a grimace of pain. "Alright, I guess I'd rather not scare off the clients I've worked so hard to build relationships with." He turned to face her, and Aveline handed him

"Okay."

the cold pack to the corner of his mouth, the coolness soothing the burning pain His eyes, still full of gratitude, watched Aveline as she carefully applied the ointment to his

cheek and forehead.

done," she said after a few minutes, finishing the treatment. She left the ointment on his desk and added, "Follow the instructions, and you'll be better in a few

Sidney replied, his appreciation

gave her a faint smile, and for a moment, Aveline felt a pang

to when Lucas had first learned to write. He had written her name with such pride, looking at her as if seeking approval. The memory sent a sharp pain within

replied, watching as she turned and

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