After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline sat cross-legged in the living room, hugging a pillow as she watched TV.

The warm, soft light illuminated her, casting a gentle glow over her, making her look like a serene figure in a painting.

Lucas entered that painting.

He had shed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, meticulously cleaning the dining area and kitchen before joining her.

Sitting beside her, his gaze shifted to the television. It was a historical fantasy drama with impressive costumes and solid acting. She seemed thoroughly engrossed.

Lucas, however, was far less interested in the show. His eyes drifted back to her face. He thought, rather than watching TV, there were much more enjoyable things they could be doing.

"Have you thought about it?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the dialogue between the male and female leads on the screen.

Aveline's eyelashes fluttered slightly. "After I finish this episode."

Lucas chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

for a moment, then gradually

45 minutes, during which Lucas even

unexpected tranquility between them, a gentle warmth

this was their everyday life, filled with calm moments and a deep

ended, Aveline took the remote and switched off the TV. She set the pillow aside, then unexpectedly straddled his lap and pressed her lips to his, almost mechanically, without a trace

narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her, letting her take the lead. Her kissing had improved; he

cupping the back of her head, the other

the stars began to sprinkle across

tension. Even though they were sharing

it was over, Aveline was

washed her gently, and helped her into her

out her

hand back down. "It'll

closing her eyes to sleep. "You can leave now... and remember to lock the door." Lucas

truly getting the better end of this arrangement-him or