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, then gradually relaxed against

for 45 minutes, during which Lucas even

there was an unexpected tranquility between them, a gentle warmth

felt a fleeting sense of illusion-like this was their everyday life, filled with calm moments and a deep

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

lead. Her kissing had improved; he could see traces of his own

his hands moved, one cupping the back

fallen, and the stars began to sprinkle

though they were sharing the most intimate

it was over,

carried her to the bathroom, washed her gently, and

bed, she stretched out her hand again. "Give it to

her hand back down.

eyes to sleep. "You can leave now... and

wondered who was truly getting the better end of