Divorced

Aveline struggled more fiercely, not wanting to stay in this position or be so close to him.

He wasn’t Lu!

The moment he regained his memories, Lu was gone!

Her eyes grew hot, and her voice trembled. “Lucas, get up.

Lucas sensed something was off in her tone. He raised his head to look at her, his fingers brushing her tears away gently.

“Ave, you’re crying.”

His voice was deep and gentle, making Aveline momentarily feel as if they were back six months ago.

Just that one sentence shattered the hard walls she had built around her heart, and her emotions

surged forth, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Lucas visibly panicked, bending down to kiss away each tear with extreme tenderness.

Taking advantage of the moment, Aveline shoved him away and dashed to the bedroom!

She locked the door, her heartbeat thundering in her ears!

Leaning against the door, she panted heavily, tears still falling. She quickly went to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water, trying to calm herself down.

She had to stay calm.

He wasn’t Lu.

He had killed her Lu.

The sound of knocking came, and Lucas‘ pleasant voice followed, “Ave, open the door.”

Aveline didn’t respond, her emotions now steady.

“Ave.”

Lucas called her name repeatedly, his deep, magnetic voice tender and lingering.

Aveline exhaled a shaky breath and said, “Lucas, the bet isn’t over yet. Whatever you do now is

useless.”

The knocking stopped, and he didn’t call her name again.

Outside, she heard the sound of lighter flicking.

Separated by a door, neither could see the other’s expression.

After a moment of silence, Aveline said, “Lucas, go. I heed to rest.”

There was still no response from Lucas.

Aveline ignored it, got into bed, and drifted off to sleep, exhausted.

It seemed that Lucas had stirred something in her today, causing Aveline to dream.

She dreamt of the moment she found Lu.

He was wearing light–colored loungewear, looking bewildered and lost, somewhat thin but still stood tall by the roadside, not knowing which way to go,

She had originally walked past him.

But seeing his handsome, confused face, her heart felt as if it had been struck. She turned back to him and smiled, asking. “Do you need help?”

He looked at her with a dazed expression. Those eyes, which should have been sharp and intimidating, were instead pure and innocent, like those of a newborn baby.

Aveline’s heart was struck once again.

The police station was nearby, and she intended to take him there, but when they reached the entrance, he refused to go inside. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Later, she asked him why he didn’t want to enter the police station. He looked confused and shook his head, saying he didn’t know.

Perhaps she was the only one who had spoken to him kindly and offered him help, so he followed her, even going home with her.

It was then that she realized he couldn’t speak and had lost his memory, only remembering how to write his name.

The beautiful memories played out like a movie in her dream, from strangers to familiarity, every little detail merging into her very being.

Aveline suddenly opened her eyes, her face wet with tears.

She lay there in a daze for a long time, then glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning.

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