After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline's body immediately tensed, her gaze wary as she looked at Lucas.

His eyes were intense as he stared at her, his voice low. "Aveline, do you really not care anymore?"

She couldn't help but find it absurd. "Lucas, what are you doing?"

He took her hand and placed it against his chest, his handsome face tinged with confusion. "Why do your words hurt me so much? Especially here-it's like there's this deep pain."

Aveline's fingers twitched as she pulled her hand away forcefully. "Lucas, there's no need to tell me this. I don't care..."

"No," Lucas interrupted, his voice firm. "You do care. You used to love me, you..."

"You said it yourself I used to love you." Aveline's voice was steady, her gaze devoid of any warmth.

There was a time when just looking at his face would make her heart flutter, when she'd feel the urge to reach out and touch him, to kiss him. But somewhere along the way, those feelings had vanished. Now, all she felt was cold detachment.

The love was gone.

The care had disappeared.

he no

finally understood-she truly didn't

really be something that could just fade

pressed into a thin line, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed. His eyes darkened, a storm of emotions swirling within, only

want to divorce

what was in his heart. He had never expressed these feelings before, but now he

lashes fluttered, and after a moment, she softly responded, "Let's

"I refuse."

Lucas had returned "Aveline, I won't agree to

there was a glimpse of something dark and obsessive, bordering

Russell into this. If anything goes wrong, don't hold

hand, feeling her reluctance, and though it pained him deeply, he couldn't stop

keep us apart.

let them off." His voice was steady, each

as he

eyes.