Divorced

Feeling thirsty, Aveline got up to get some water.

When she opened the door, she noticed the living room light was still on, and Lucas was stretched out on the sofa. His arm was draped over his eyes, covering half his face.

Aveline paused. He hadn’t left?

The sofa was a small three–seater, and his height made it impossible for him to lie comfortably. He looked like he might roll off if he wasn’t careful.

She poured a glass of water, drinking as she watched him.

Apparently hearing her, Lucas lowered his arm and looked at her with half–closed eyes.

Setting the glass down, Aveline suddenly asked, “Lucas, you’ve been avoiding our past, but tonight you showed a side of yourself from before. Are you trying to make me give up on the bet and the idea of divorce?”

Lucas sat up, his shirt now creased. Adjusting to the light, he stared straight at her.

Aveline’s heart sank a little more.

Lucas‘ lips curled into a faint smile, “You fall for it, don’t you?”

So that was it!

He would do anything to avoid the divorce!

Anger flared in Aveline’s eyes.

Lucas lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. His cheeks hollowed slightly, exuding a masculine allure.

Blowing out smoke rings, his voice was low and magnetic. “If you can’t let go, then stop thinking about divorce. You liked Lu, right? I can try to be like him again. What do you think?”

He leaned back, surrounded by an air of cool elegance, his eyes watching her playfully, as if confident she would agree.

Feeling infuriated, Aveline marched over to slap him, but he caught her wrist and pulled her onto the

sofa.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, then gripped her waist, narrowing his eyes dangerously,” Aveline, what’s wrong with my suggestion? Why are you so angry?”

Aveline’s lips trembled with rage. How could he say such things without a hint of shame?

Try to be Lu again?

He wasn’t Lu anymore!

No matter what he did, he would never be Lu!

Aveline struggled. “I think it’s a terrible idea!”

Lucas let out a light scoff. “Is that so? It seems you prefer me as I am now, don’t you?”

With that, he began to kiss her, his movements tender and lingering, gradually tormenting her nerves.

Aveline’s body trembled involuntarily.

“You’re so sensitive.” Lucas‘ low laugh echoed in her ear. “After we get divorced, who else besides me could satisfy you?”

Aveline glared at him in shame and anger. This detestable man!

Lucas, enjoying her reaction, kissed her more deeply,

Their lips and tongues intertwined, stealing her breath away.

Aveline didn’t hesitate to bite his lip, the taste of blood quickly spreading in their mouths.

Lucas narrowed his eyes. “Seems you like it rough. Coincidentally, so do I.”

With those words, he kissed her again, tearing her nightgown with a swift motion.

“Mm

Aveline tried to speak, but he didn’t give her the chance.

His hot hands roamed her body, familiar with her sensitive spots, teasing her nerves one by one. Her body, sensitive and fragile, couldn’t withstand his teasing, soon trembling under his touch. Lucas grasped her struggling hands, placing them directly on his belt buckle. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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