After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

As Gernard spoke of his sister, a hint of fondness and helplessness appeared on his face.

Aveline watched him quietly for a moment before saying, "I actually have a question I want to ask you."

"Go ahead," Gernard replied, his expression soft and patient.

For some reason, every time he saw Aveline, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity that made him more patient than usual.

Aveline hesitated for a second before speaking, "I know someone whose identity was stolen by another person. This person not only took everything that should have belonged to her-her life, her opportunities-but also went so far as to try and destroy her, using any means necessary, even resorting to arson and drugging. What do you think my friend should do?"

Gernard's brow furrowed as he listened. "Your friend should expose the impostor for their crimes and reclaim everything that was stolen from her."

Aveline kept her gaze fixed on him. "Do you really think that?"

stole your friend's identity, her parents' love, and

lashes concealing the emotions in her gaze. "It's good to know you think

friend? If

what to do," Aveline replied with a faint

Lucas. "Think about what I said. Lucas really isn't

the waiter knocked and entered

Aveline's, which only deepened his sense of closeness

fully settled and the city lights starting

rushed up to him, "Gernard, how did it go? Did

smile, gently ruffling her

pouted in excusex dissatisfaction. "Come on, saying she'll think about it is just an Why did you believe

Gernard's voice carried a hint of