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.

fight him anymore, she tried to pull her hand away,

still resisting? Or... do you want to feel my abs?"

hand toward

Aveline called

stop. He had

Do you like

intently, his voice low and

they were very close to each other. Lucas' dark, deep eyes

noticed that her

were delicately arched. Her eyes were pools of mesmerizing depth Her

wer lips

- soft,

irresistibly kissable.

fingers instinctively curled slightly, feeling the firmness under her palm. Despite him being hospitalized

with a hint of disdain, "You

deliberately gave them a squeeze before curling her fingers

face darkened

weren't abs, then what