After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline's expression darkened instantly. "So, your happiness is built on my suffering?"

Lucas replied calmly, "If you're feeling hurt, you can always come to me for protection."

Aveline let out a bitter laugh. "Protection? As your mistress?"

Lucas didn't respond, simply watching her with that faint, mocking smile.

The thought was nothing short of insulting to Aveline. Give up the role of his wife to become his mistress? Not a chance.

She turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

"Bang!"

Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, the smirk fading from his face. He walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a drink, and slowly sipped it. His gaze fixed on the dark night outside, though his eyes were even darker.

...

When Aveline returned home, Selena immediately asked, "Did he give you a hard time?"

shook her head. "No, just his usual

out laughing. "That's a pretty accurate

a piece of fried chicken. "Mmm... food never

her a beer. "Here you go, babe. Beer won't let you down either. After this, you'll

"Sounds good."

refuse. Life had been tough lately, and she needed something to take the edge

one beer, Aveline was already feeling tipsy. Her tolerance for alcohol was low, but at least she was home, where it didn't matter if she got

peacefully on the couch, watching

soft, almost playful, with a hint of a

coming. Let's go to the bedroom and

Aveline to the bedroom. Aveline obediently followed, and once

help

you really shouldn't drink outside. If someone saw

nodded earnestly. "Mm, I know.

cheek before lying down next

"Goodnight, Selena."