Divorced

“Which man?” Aveline asked, momentarily confused.

Lucas‘ gaze remained cold, the room’s temperature seemingly dropping. The bed was a mess, still bearing the remnants of their intimacy, yet the chill pervaded Aveline’s body.

“I was drunk last night, I don’t know what happened,” Aveline said.

Lucas sneered. “You know you can’t handle alcohol, and yet you dared to drink alone?”

The reproach in his voice was clear as if she had done something wrong.

Feeling wronged, Aveline retorted, “Lucas, did you investigate the situation? Do you know why I was drinking? On what grounds are you blaming me?”

At that moment, her defensive spikes rose.

The tension in the bedroom became palpable.

Then, a phone rang, breaking the silence. It was Lucas‘ phone. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

He walked over and answered, “Speak.”

Desmond, sensing the tension, spoke cautiously, “Mr. Tudor, I found out what happened. The project manager from Horizon Realty, Xander Wilbur, asked Mrs. Tudor to revise the blueprints and then wouldn’t let her leave. Others joined in, forcing her to drink and even said some… things.”

His voice grew more cautious, hesitating to continue.

Lucas‘ tone became even icier, “Go on, why did you stop?”

Desmond hesitated, then continued, “They insulted her. I’ve gathered information on all of them. What do you want to do?”

Lucas‘ voice was colder than ever. “Do I need to teach you what to do?”

Desmond was silent for a moment, uncertain. “Are you not going to pursue

Desmond was silent for a m

it, or are you planning to get revenge for Mrs. Tudor? I can’t be sure.”

Given the complexity of their relationship, it was hard to gauge Lucas‘

intentions.

Lucas‘ gaze bore into Aveline as he coldly instructed Desmond, “Cease all cooperation with them and release everything you’ve found.”

“Understood!” Desmond replied, quickly ending the call.

The meaning was clear: Lucas intended to destroy those responsible. The information Desmond had gathered would ensure none of them remained unscathed.

After the call ended, the atmosphere in the bedroom grew even colder.

Aveline avoided looking at Lucas, turning to leave.

“Don’t move.”

Lucas‘ voice rang out from behind.

Aveline, feeling a surge of frustration, turned to look at him. “Lucas, when will you be done?”

Lucas stood up and walked towards her, his lips pressed into a straight line.

“I won’t let those people off the hook.

He gazed at her, saying, “I’m sorry.”

He had misunderstood her.

Aveline’s expression froze, but inside, she felt nothing. She neither needed. his apology nor him.

She turned and walked away.

Seeing this, Lucas’s brows furrowed.

What did she mean by that?

He had apologized, so why didn’t she show any response?

As Aveline went downstairs to eat, Maria’s call came through. “What’s going on? A lot of people came to the studio looking for you. They seemed pretty miserable.”

Aveline paused, recalling Lucas‘ words.

He had ordered those people to be dealt with, and now they were seeking her forgiveness.

Aveline responded coldly, “Just send them away.”

Maria chuckled lightly. “Got it, your call.”

After hanging up, Lucas also came over, sitting down beside her to start eating.

Aveline got up to leave, not even sparing him an extra glance.