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 relaxed

Lucas even

tranquility between them, a gentle

a fleeting sense of illusion-like this was their everyday life, filled

took the remote and switched off the TV. She set the pillow aside, then

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

her tongue brushed against his lips, his hands moved, one cupping the back of her head, the other steadying

and the stars began to sprinkle across the darkened

filled with a charged, ambiguous tension. Even though they were sharing the most intimate of acts,

it was over, Aveline was

the bathroom, washed her

her hand again. "Give it

down. "It'll be in your

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

the better end of this