After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

The nurse had already brought over the ice pack.

Lucas grabbed Aveline's hand and led her out to the sitting area. He sat her down on the sofa and pressed the ice pack directly against her cheek. "Ouch..."

The coldness made Aveline take a sharp breath. She reached out her hand and said, "I can do it myself."

"No, you can't control the pressure properly," Lucas replied, refusing to give her the ice pack. He stayed right next to her, holding it against her cheek himself. Aveline wanted to roll her eyes.

This was her own face-how could she not control the pressure?

Aveline, eager to maintain her distance, reached for the ice pack. But in her haste, her hand missed its mark and instead landed squarely on his.

Lucas chuckled softly. "If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just said so. No need to beat around the bush. Here, I'll let you."

With that, he took her hand in his other hand, holding it firmly.

"Are you crazy?" Aveline snapped.

When did she ever want to hold his hand? She just wanted the right to put the ice pack on her own face!

Lucas gazed at her and whispered, "Yes, I'm crazy. Do you have a cure?"

Aveline was speechless.

When he acted shamelessly, he was truly unbeatable.

him anymore, she tried to pull her hand away, but he

hold my hand, so why are you still resisting? Or... do you want to

guided her hand toward

Aveline called

Lucas replied, but his hand didn't stop. He

Do you like

intently, his voice

dark, deep eyes were

that her features

was smooth and unblemished. Her eyebrows were delicately arched. Her eyes were pools of mesmerizing depth Her nose was perfectly sculpted. And

wer lips

- soft, inviting,

irresistibly kissable.

Despite him being hospitalized for so long,

hint of

even deliberately gave them a squeeze before curling her fingers

face darkened

weren't abs, then