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.

tensed for a moment, then gradually relaxed against

during which Lucas even chimed in occasionally with

time in a long time, there was an unexpected tranquility between them, a gentle warmth that seemed to flow between

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

the TV. She set the pillow aside, then unexpectedly straddled his lap and pressed her lips

eyes slightly, watching her, letting her take the lead. Her kissing had improved; he could see traces of his own

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

and the stars began to sprinkle across the

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

over,

carried her to the bathroom, washed her gently, and helped her

stretched out her hand again.

hand back down.

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

was truly getting the better end of