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

The nurse had already brought over the ice pack.

Lucas grabbed Aveline's hand and led her out to the sitting area. He sat her down on the sofa and pressed the ice pack directly against her cheek. "Ouch..."

The coldness made Aveline take a sharp breath. She reached out her hand and said, "I can do it myself."

"No, you can't control the pressure properly," Lucas replied, refusing to give her the ice pack. He stayed right next to her, holding it against her cheek himself. Aveline wanted to roll her eyes.

This was her own face-how could she not control the pressure?

Aveline, eager to maintain her distance, reached for the ice pack. But in her haste, her hand missed its mark and instead landed squarely on his.

Lucas chuckled softly. "If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just said so. No need to beat around the bush. Here, I'll let you."

With that, he took her hand in his other hand, holding it firmly.

"Are you crazy?" Aveline snapped.

When did she ever want to hold his hand? She just wanted the right to put the ice pack on her own face!

Lucas gazed at her and whispered, "Yes, I'm crazy. Do you have a cure?"

Aveline was speechless.

acted shamelessly, he was truly

she tried to pull her hand away,

you still resisting? Or... do you want to feel

her silent, Lucas suddenly guided her hand toward his shirt, "Go

called out

his hand didn't stop. He had already pressed her

that? Do

looked at her intently, his voice low

very close to each other. Lucas' dark, deep eyes were fixed on her face, greedily scanning every

noticed that her

forehead was smooth and unblemished. Her eyebrows were delicately arched. Her eyes were

wer lips

soft, inviting,

irresistibly kissable.

her palm. Despite him being hospitalized for so long, his muscles were still

hint of

squeeze before curling her fingers

handsome face darkened

abs,

his

working out, and they'd