After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Patrick chuckled warmly. "No need to rush. Let's eat first, and we can discuss as we go."

Aveline kept her expression calm. "You mentioned earlier that my initial draft wasn't what you were looking for. Could you tell me what specifically you found unsatisfactory?"

The smile on Patrick's face faded slightly. "Miss Young, I'm not the type who likes to discuss business over a meal."

Aveline paused for a moment, then replied, "Alright, understood."

Seeing her tactfully drop the subject, Patrick's demeanor softened a bit.

"Are you from Cloudflare City, Miss Young? Being an architectural designer must be quite demanding, isn't it? You know, someone as beautiful as you could easily find a more relaxed and comfortable job. There's no need to work so hard," he began chatting, though his choice of topic felt a bit inappropriate. Aveline responded mildly, "I'm genuinely interested in architectural design, so I've stuck with it."

Patrick nodded. "That's impressive, making a career out of something you love. But have you ever thought about starting your own studio? Working for someone else can only get you so far. In the end, you're just lining someone else's pockets. Isn't it time you did something for yourself?"

His words seemed to be leading in a certain direction.

Aveline replied, "It's not so bad. My boss is a friend, and I have quite a bit of freedom in my work."

Patrick's gaze lingered on her serene face, the soft light highlighting her features. Though her demeanor was polite and distant, there was a certain ethereal beauty to her, making him curious to see another expression on her face.

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