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.

no

truly didn't

love really be something that could

swallowed. His eyes darkened,

harsh? But Aveline, I don't want to divorce you," he admitted, his tone surprisingly

usual coldness and dominance were absent from his voice. Instead, he spoke with an almost friendly tone, revealing what was in his heart. He had never expressed

and after a moment, she softly responded, "Let's divorce. There's nothing left

"I refuse."

"Aveline, I won't agree to a divorce. As long as I refuse, even if I die, we won't

glimpse of something dark and obsessive, bordering

know you brought Russell into this. If

pained him deeply, he couldn't stop

can keep

won't let them off." His voice was

he looked her

eyes.