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 longer

finally understood-she truly didn't love

something that

thin line, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed. His

don't want to divorce you," he admitted, his

spoke with an almost friendly tone, revealing what was in his heart. He had never expressed these feelings before,

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

"I refuse."

colder as if the old, domineering Lucas had returned "Aveline, I won't agree to a divorce. As long as I refuse, even if I

his eyes, there was a glimpse of something dark and obsessive,

her. "I know you brought Russell into this. If anything goes

hand, feeling her reluctance, and though it pained him

one can keep us

tries I won't let them off." His voice

he

eyes.