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.

not to fight him anymore, she tried to pull her hand away, but

do you want to feel my abs?" Lucas teased as he noticed her struggle. Aveline

guided her hand toward

called

didn't stop. He had already pressed her hand against his

that? Do you

her intently, his voice

very close to each other. Lucas' dark, deep

noticed that her features were

were pools

wer lips

soft, inviting,

irresistibly kissable.

her palm. Despite him being hospitalized for

spoke with a hint of disdain,

them a squeeze before curling

handsome face

weren't abs, then what were