After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas)

Her tone was cold as she struggled, trying to avoid his touch.

But Lucas firmly grabbed her hand, bringing it up in front of her. "Smell for yourself you stink."

Aveline paused, actually sniffing her hand, but there was no strange odor.

Her clear eyes filled with icy disdain as she glared at him. "I told you, I don't need your help. Even if I smell, that's my own problem."

What did it have to do with him?

Ignoring her protest, Lucas continued wiping her down. "Aveline, you might as well stop resisting, just like before. The result will be the same in the end."

Aveline seethed with anger, her cold gaze fixed on Lucas' face. She let out a bitter laugh. "Pathetic."

With that, she closed her eyes, deciding not to fight him anymore.

If he was determined to do this and she couldn't escape, then so be it. If he wanted to humiliate himself, who was she to stop him?

Lucas' expression darkened, his sharp eyes narrowing as he looked at her for a long moment before continuing to wipe her down.

He even unbuttoned her clothes to clean beneath them, and she didn't resist.

But underneath her clothes, her body was wrapped in bandages, frail and thin. As he finished, the only emotion he felt was a dull, aching pain in his chest. An hour later, Lucas took the basin back to the bathroom.

By then, Aveline was drifting off to sleep.

Suddenly, the covers were pulled back, and a cool breeze swept over her. The familiar scent of Lucas filled the air as he climbed into bed beside her.

Her eyes flew open, and she glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"The sofa's uncomfortable. Your bed is big enough-share it with me," Lucas replied calmly.

"No," Aveline flatly refused.

But Lucas acted as though he hadn't heard her, lying on his side next to her and closing his eyes. Aveline tried to sit up, but the movement pulled at her wounds, and she gasped in pain.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lucas asked, his tone cool but commanding.

Lucas noticed her discomfort and immediately reached out to pull her back down onto the bed.

Aveline winced, her face paling from the pain. "I'm not sharing a bed with you."

Supporting himself on one arm, Lucas looked down at her, his gaze lingering on the disdain and resistance in her eyes.

Suddenly, he leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intense, almost predatory focus.

Aveline's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching as she watched him with wary, wide eyes.

What was he planning?

"Ave."

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice deep and magnetic. "If I really try to change, could you give me another chance?"

Aveline widened her eyes-she hadn't expected him to say something like that.

Seeing her reaction, Lucas

continued, "I admit I was awful

before, that I did things that hurt you deeply. But I'll change, I promise I'll never do those things again. Just give me one more chance, alright?"

His tone was low, almost pleading, with a hint of vulnerability that made it even more persuasive.

Aveline's

quickly regained her confer

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voice turning cold. "Lucas,

pointless. I don't want you anymore."

A flash of crimson fury darkened Lucas' eyes, but he forced himself to

A Calm. "It's okay. I'll stay by

until you change your

mind."

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With that, he stood up and carefully pulled the covers over her before moving to the sofa and lying down.

His tall frame barely fit on the sofa, making him look uncomfortable and cramped.

Aveline closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling as a wave of bitterness and sorrow washed over her.

After everything that had happened, what was the point of saying these things now?

She had stopped loving him a long time ago.