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.

to pull her hand away, but

you want

suddenly guided her hand toward his shirt, "Go

Aveline called out

replied, but his hand didn't stop. He had already

that? Do you like

looked at her intently,

to each other. Lucas' dark, deep eyes were fixed on her face, greedily scanning every

that her features

beauty. Her forehead was smooth and unblemished. Her eyebrows were delicately arched. Her eyes were pools of mesmerizing depth Her nose was perfectly sculpted. And her lips... oh, were a masterpiece

wer lips

- soft, inviting,

irresistibly kissable.

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

of

gave them a squeeze before curling her fingers

handsome face

these weren't abs, then what