After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

"You!"

A flash of anger appeared in Aveline's eyes, but it quickly faded away. After all, she was the one asking for help. Even though the biggest villain was him, what could she do? He held the power, able to act as he pleased.

Aveline softened her stance and said, "Lucas, I'm begging you, can you stop targeting everyone else?"

Her tone was gentle, like a soft stream of water flowing over the heart, warm and comforting. She used to speak to him like this all the time. But it had been a long while since she last spoke to him this way. Lucas tightened his grip on her chin and suddenly leaned in closer.

Aveline's eyelashes fluttered twice, but she didn't pull away. She thought he was about to do what he usually liked to do, but unexpectedly, he released her and said coldly, "Make me dinner." Feeling relieved, she nodded. "Alright."

He just wanted her to cook; it wasn't a challenge for her. She headed straight into the kitchen, using whatever ingredients were available, and started cooking. Lucas stood by the kitchen door, his gaze growing darker and more intense as he watched her. He didn't take his eyes off her the entire time she cooked.

When she finally placed the four dishes and soup on the table, she turned to him and asked, "Is this enough?"

Lucas walked over, seeing that all the dishes were his favorites. His expression shifted slightly. Was this intentional on her part, or was it a subconscious choice?

"Sit down and eat with me," he said coolly.

slowly. The dining room was quiet for

long while, Lucas put down his utensils. Aveline immediately looked up at him, waiting for his

tidied up the dining table and kitchen, then brewed some tea and quietly made

video conference, so Aveline silently set the teacup down and left the room. He glanced at her, his eyes dark. How far was she willing to go

conference lasted two hours. When Lucas finally emerged, he found her sitting in the living room watching TV. The volume was turned down low, almost inaudible as

him.

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mind?"

his hands into his pockets, his gaze lingering on her. "Does it

slightly. "If I do

Lucas replied, "Not necessarily."

curled slightly. "I knew it you've always been an untrustworthy,

at her insult, Lucas walked over and sat

you watching?" he