Divorced

Thinking about how Sophia immediately brought up the car accident from two years ago when she saw Lucas, using it as leverage, made him feel disgusted

Was this how a savior should act?

Moreover, the exact details of that car accident were still uncertain.

The two men headed straight to the Noble Color bar

On the first floor, people were reveling in the night. Lucas sat by the window, observing the lively

scene below. His fingers held a glass of wine, and he drank one after another.

Aaron watched his cold demeanor and couldn’t help but click his tongue. “Why are you drinking alone? What’s got you so upset?”

Lucas glanced at him and suddenly asked, “Why does Aveline insist on divorcing me?”

His gaze fell on the glass, his tone growing colder. “What’s so bad about being married to me?”

He had elevated her status, given her the things she had once desperately pursued, and they perfectly compatible in bed.

He couldn’t understand why she wanted a divorce.

Aaron saw his love–stricken state, hesitated for a moment, and asked, “Since you regained your memory, have you ever thought about what happened during the time you lost it?”

At those words, Lucas‘ face darkened immediately, “Why would I want to?”

For him, it was a significant humiliation!

As a distinguished member of the Tudor family, when had he ever been that helpless?

He couldn’t even speak properly!

Aaron said, “But it seems Aveline really liked you during that time.”

Lucas‘ expression grew even darker.

Aaron asked, “Are you in love with her?”

Lucas frowned. “I just think divorce is too troublesome. If we’re already married, why bother with a

divorce?”

Marriage and love didn’t necessarily have to be intertwined.

Aaron shook his head slightly. “don’t quite understand you. The you who lost your memory seemed to have fallen in love with Aveline, but now that you’ve regained your memory, you refuse to reflect on those times. You still loved her. How can you just ignore it?” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Lucas‘ face became even colder, “So what if I love her, and so what if I don’t?”

Things had reached this point; what meaning did love or lack of love hold anymore?

Aaron pondered for a moment before saying, “If you had acknowledged those things and your feelings for Aveline from the start, you wouldn’t be in this situation now.”

Lucas sneered. “You sound like you know a lot.”

Aaron widened his eyes slightly. “Come on, don’t you know my reputation? I’m the most renowned playboy in Cloudflare City! Of course I understand love!”

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “So, have you found love?”

Aaron proudly lifted his chin. “Absolutely! When the time is right, I’ll introduce her to you. My judgment has always been spot–on, trust me!”

Lucas picked up his glass and clinked it with Aaron’s. “Then I wish you success.”

Aaron clinked glasses with him. “Success is guaranteed!”

Thinking about his conversations with Snow, that gentle and adorable girl triggered his protective instincts. Even just her words could tug at his heartstrings.

What else could that be but love?

After taking a shower and preparing for bed, Aveline heard a knock at the door.

She frowned, stayed silent, and walked over to peek through the peephole, seeing Lucas.

The hallway light was dim, and he wore a black shirt. His tall figure nearly blocked out all the light.

With the light behind him, she couldn’t make out his expression.

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