Divorced

Recalling their unpleasant phone conversation earlier, Aveline was reluctant to open the door.

However, it was already late at night, and his demeanor suggested that he would keep knocking until

she answered.

With a sigh, she opened the door.

“What do you want now…?” she began, but her words were cut off as his tall body leaned in, his hot

hands cupping her face, and he kissed her fervently.

His weight was overwhelming, the intensity of his presence making her involuntarily retreat. Finally, her legs hit the sofa, and her knees buckled, causing her to fall onto it. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Lucas never released her the entire time.

His kisses were scorching, his breath entangling with hers as if he wanted to consume her completely.

Gradually, Aveline began to falter.

Her eyes turned red at the corners, and her body softened. She felt her nightgown being pushed up her waist, which jolted her back to awareness.

“Lucas…” she murmured his name.

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He reeked of alcohol, his breath hot and searing against her skin. Her body trembled involuntarily in

response.

“Hmm?” Lucas responded, guiding her small hand to his belt.

The cold metal buckle made her fingertips cuil

“I don’t want to… I don’t want to do this,” she resisted, not wanting to engage in such an act, especially considering their current situation.

Lucas pressed closer, his scorching breath burning her skin, his voice deep and magnetic. “Let me see if your body really wants it or not.”

Before she could react, his hand moved.

“No…” Aveline gasped.

He chuckled softly near her ear. “But Ave, your body says it wants this.”

Aveline Instinctively bit her lip, feeling ashamed by her body’s response. She pushed against him, trying to prevent him from going further.

Lucas paused and kissed her cheek. “Why not listen to your body? Holding back like this isn’t good for

you.”

Aveline felt even more ashamed!

Despite their earlier unpleasant exchange, how could he say such things so nonchalantly?

“Lucas, I’m not in the mood. I don’t want to,” Aveline said firmly.

Even though her body was betraying her, she was resolute in her refusal. He knew exactly how to manipulate her body, and she was powerless against him.

Lucas‘ breathing was heavy, and he finally asked, “Then help me out. If you do, I won’t push for more.”

Aveline’s lips trembled slightly.

This man was infuriating!

“Go take a shower!” Aveline pushed him away, not wanting to assist him in any way.

Lucas‘ weight pressed down on her, one of his knees already between her legs. He sighed softly. Aveline, you’re being a bit heartless. I’m in this state, and you won’t help me?”

Such words would never come from a sober Lucas.

Aveline didn’t want to answer him and continued pushing him, trying to get up.

But Lucas was too heavy, his tall frame completely enveloping her, making her feel like a trapped prey, her eyes reddening with frustration.

“Lucas, get up!”

Her voice, softened by their earlier struggle, was now weak and trembling.

Lucas, however, held her tightly. “If you don’t help me, I won’t get up.”

He acted like a rogue, rubbing his nose against her cheek in a manner that was far too intimate.

Aveline froze. This kind of gesture was something only Lu would do.

Since regaining his memory, Lucas had always been domineering and overbearing. When would he ever behave like this?