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.

moment, then gradually relaxed

45 minutes, during which Lucas even chimed in occasionally with comments about the

was an unexpected tranquility between them, a gentle

illusion-like this was their everyday life, filled

pillow aside, then

eyes slightly, watching her, letting her take the lead. Her

one cupping the back of her head,

had fully fallen, and the stars began to sprinkle across the

charged, ambiguous tension. Even though they were sharing the

was over, Aveline

her gently, and helped her into her

her hand

hand back down. "It'll be in

"You can

the better end of this arrangement-him or