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.

a moment,

during which Lucas even chimed

unexpected tranquility between them, a gentle warmth that seemed to flow between

felt a fleeting sense of illusion-like this was their everyday

episode 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,

her, letting her take the lead. Her

the back

had fully fallen, and the

ambiguous tension. Even though they were sharing the

it was over, Aveline

to the bathroom, washed her

her hand again. "Give it

her hand back down. "It'll be

finally felt at ease, closing her eyes to sleep. "You can leave

the better end