After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas)

Lucas' expression hardened, his eyes turning icy as he stared at her.

He had been waiting for her to return, but thirty minutes had passed without a trace of her.

He texted her but got no response. He called, but she didn't pick up.

A chill ran down his spine.

He had someone locate her, only to discover she was at the movies with someone else.

Was she really so engrossed in a film that she couldn't even reply to him?

"Get in the car," Lucas said icily.

Aveline slipped her phone into her coat pocket, shaking her head. "You're a bit scary right now. I'm afraid you'll kill me if I get in." "Heh!" Lucas let out a cold laugh. "At least you're self-aware."

Aveline replied, "I'm standing under the surveillance camera. No matter how powerful you are, you won't do anything to me." Her fearless expression inexplicably made Lucas uneasy.

He pushed open the car door and got out, his tall figure instantly overshadowing her. An invisible pressure enveloped her. "You are right," he said in a deep voice.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

He walked up to her and suddenly grabbed the back of her neck, bending down to kiss her.

It was a very brief kiss.

Aveline didn't even feel the warmth of his lips before he pulled away. She immediately raised her hand to wipe her lips with the back of her hand, frowning at him. "Lucas, are you crazy? We're already divorced!"

Lucas watched her disdainful reaction, his eyes dark and cold. "Is there a law saying we can't kiss after getting a divorce?"

Aveline was speechless by his reasoning.

She wiped her lips for a full minute before stopping. Her lips were rubbed red and swollen, looking even more alluring. Lucas noticed this and suddenly said, "I kissed you once, and you wiped so hard for so long. What if I kissed you for a minute?"

Aveline immediately took a cautious step back. "Lucas, please behave yourself!"

Lucas sneered, turning around. "Get in the car, or I don't mind kissing you under the camera for a while."

He got back into the driver's seat. Aveline glared at him with resentment, not daring to defy him, knowing he would really do it. She got into the passenger seat.

Aveline pulled over the seatbelt and fastened it. Then she asked, "Who sent me those photos?"

Lucas started the car and drove off in one direction without answering.

Aveline looked at him in confusion. "Lucas, why aren't you speaking?"

Lucas responded coldly, "I said earlier, we'll talk at the Tudor residence."

Aveline fell silent.

What was wrong with him? They were in the car together right then - why couldn't he just spit it out? Was he waiting for some perfect cinematic moment or something?

Aveline turned to look out the window. Now that she was in the car, jumping out wasn't an option.

The Tudor residence soon came into view. Aveline got out and walked straight inside, leaving Lucas with only a glimpse of her slender, graceful silhouette.

Lucas watched her disappear, then pulled out a cigarette. He lit it and leaned against the car, taking a long drag.

When Aveline reached the villa's entrance and realized he hadn't followed, she turned back to see him lounging casually against the car, a cigarette between his fingers. His handsome face looked deep and brooding, his demeanor cold and aloof.

He was smoking at a time like this?

Aveline was speechless.

After a while, he finally finished his cigarette and began walking towards her with long strides.