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

Seeing her graceful figure in the mirror, Sophia smiled in satisfaction. However, when her gaze fell on her prosthetic leg, a flash of disgust crossed her eyes.

She had given up so much to be with Lucas. She had to marry him, and Lucas could only be hers.

Lucas arrived shortly after. Sophia opened the door with a bright smile. "Lucas, you're here."

"Yeah," Lucas responded, stepping in and changing his shoes.

Sophia's eyes lit up with anticipation, but throughout the whole time, his gaze never lingered on her. She bit her lip and then asked, " Lucas, do you like my new dress?"

She twirled in front of him. Lucas' eyes finally glanced at her, but only briefly. "What did you want to talk about?"

Sophia's disappointment was evident. Couldn't he see how much effort she had put into dressing up for him? Why was he so indifferent? Was he like this in front of Aveline as well?

"Let's eat first. We'll talk after dinner." Sophia composed herself and led the way to the dining room.

Lucas followed her, he glanced briefly at her prosthetic leg, his expression darkening.

Sophia poured two glasses of red wine, placing one in front of him and one for herself. Sitting beside him, she smiled warmly. "Lucas, thank you for taking care of me before. Here's to you." Lucas didn't pick up his glass and said indifferently, "It was my duty."

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