After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Did I come at a bad time?" Lucas' voice, laced with sarcasm, cut through the room just as Aveline managed to steady herself.

Her head throbbed even harder.

Zachary frowned and turned to Lucas. "You're mistaken. She felt unwell, and I was just helping her."

Lucas walked over, noting Aveline's flushed cheeks and her lack of energy. She didn't look well at all. His brow furrowed, and without a word, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms. Zachary released her at the right moment and said, "She seems to have a fever. You should take her to the town hospital right away."

Lucas' narrowed eyes were filled with a frosty chill as he shot Zachary a cold look before striding out.

Baron and Braden had already slipped away quietly.

Lucas carried Aveline to the car, eyeing the coat she wore with irritation. He swiftly tore it off and tossed it out.

Feverish and dazed, Aveline squinted at Lucas, her voice hoarse. "Don't be unreasonable. He was just worried I'd catch a cold."

Lucas replied coolly, "So, should I hang up his coat like some kind of trophy and send him a thank-you card every day for his noble act?" Aveline closed her eyes, too tired to argue. "You're insufferable."

Lucas noticed the disdain in her eyes, his expression tightening slightly.

He directed the driver, "Drive faster!"

driver, feeling the tension, pressed harder on the gas

was alarmingly high. Lucas immediately took her to the emergency room. There was a whirlwind of exams, prescriptions, and

passed before

medication began to take effect, Aveline's furrowed

buy

basin, and he began to gently wipe her down. The process was far from smooth; she mumbled and resisted, pushing

"We need to clean you up properly, so don't move around, or they'll have to give you

of another injection, Aveline stopped

wiping her down,

down at himself, then closed his

Aveline groggily

...

l.ne

none of the sticky sensation that comes

from her hand,