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?"

"No, just his

laughing. "That's a

sat down beside Selena, grabbing a piece of fried

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

"Sounds good."

and she needed something

already feeling tipsy. Her tolerance for alcohol was low, but at least she was home, where it

peacefully on the couch, watching Selena move

Aveline's voice was soft, almost playful, with a hint of a pout. "Why aren't you coming over

coming. Let's go to

up and then came over to help Aveline to the bedroom. Aveline obediently followed, and once inside, she immediately lay down on the

help but

much Aveline resembled a well-behaved child. "Ave, you really shouldn't drink outside.

earnestly. "Mm, I know. No

before lying down next to

"Goodnight, Selena."