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.

shamelessly, he was

pull her hand away, but he kept it tightly locked in his

you want to feel my abs?" Lucas teased as he noticed her

hand toward

called out

hand didn't stop. He had already pressed

Do you

intently,

dark, deep

that her

unblemished. Her eyebrows were delicately arched. Her eyes were pools of mesmerizing depth Her nose was perfectly sculpted. And her lips... oh, were a masterpiece

wer lips

- soft, inviting,

irresistibly kissable.

feeling the firmness under her palm. Despite him

spoke with a hint of disdain, "You call this

gave them a squeeze before curling her fingers in

handsome face darkened

these weren't abs, then what

hospital for a while, but his

few days of working out,