After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Okay," Aveline murmured softly, her gaze lowered.

Only after Lucas turned and left the room did she slip on the robe and head to the bathroom to freshen up.

When she emerged, she found Lucas setting breakfast on the dining table.

She looked at him, puzzled. "Is this place one of your properties too?"

Lucas nodded. "Just one of them. It's close to the Tudor Group, so I come here occasionally when it's too late to go home."

The apartment was a spacious 300-square-meter flat with a minimalist design. There were no plants or decorations, and the overall atmosphere felt quite cold and empty. Aveline sat down at the table and took a sip of the corn soup.

Lucas asked, "Do you like it here?"

"It's fine," she replied.

He continued, "I'll have it transferred into your name later. You can stay here whenever you like."

Aveline glanced at him but said nothing.

Lucas' lips curved into a faint smile. "What's wrong? Are you so moved you don't know what to say?"

rolled her eyes internally. "This man could set up a dye shop with all

soon after, they

tension in the hotel was palpable, the atmosphere heavy and

opened, everyone turned to look

were allowed to leave last night, so why are we still being

they go,

happened? Can someone give us

at the previous night's ball, mostly heirs and elites from influential families. After being kept

as she entered. She quickly ran to her side, asking, "What on

left. When she tried to leave herself, she was stopped. She

said, "I've been with you all night. How would I know

he had

that something had indeed gone wrong, and it

about

he was too busy to see her. Desperate, she tried calling Aveline, but all he calls went unanswered. If Aaron hadn't reassured her that Lucas was with Aveline,