After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

His expression was serious, but the words that came out were surprisingly meek.

Aveline blinked, staring at his face, suddenly realizing something seemed off... but what?

Slowly, she withdrew her hand and cautiously asked, "What exactly are you talking about?"

Lucas froze for a moment, then it hit him too.

"What do you think I'm talking about?" His gaze lingered on her face, finally settling on her reddening ears.

As the blush spread, the corners of his lips curved into a teasing smile. "So, you wanted it too?"

"Shut up!" Aveline immediately slapped her hand over his mouth. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever say I wanted anything?" Lucas didn't move away. Her soft hand covered his lips, his warm breath lightly brushing against her fingers-gentle yet undeniably stirring. Aveline recoiled as if shocked, quickly pulling her hand back and diving under the covers, turning her back to him. "Go to sleep, I'm tired."

"Mm, let's sleep," Lucas replied, though his eyes darkened with intensity.

When the lights went out, the room fell into silence and darkness.

Just like on many nights before, Lucas wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the warmth of her body against his.

Aveline's body

it. Ever since she got pregnant, the cravings had become

couldn't bring herself to

trying to relax, to drift off

that had been resting innocently on her belly began to roam, sliding under her shirt

are you doing?" Aveline immediately grabbed his hand, stopping

hand landed right on

Lucas smirked. "So eager?"

frustrated, Aveline quickly retorted, "I

in, kissing her earlobe, his warm breath teasing

a hint of seduction, "After the first trimester, it's

sending a shiver down Aveline's spine. Her breathing quickened, and she bit her lip before finally whispering, "Just... be gentle."

"Of course," Lucas murmured.

kisses trailed down her body, stoking the fire within her. As they surrendered to the moment, he pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth,

the moment, Aveline

then, as they lay entwined, Lucas whispered softly against her ear, "Ave, let's get remarried. What do

form coherent thoughts, her soft moan escaping her lips as he intentionally drew another