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

Lucas didn't take the box.

His eyes remained fixed on her as he said, "Even if you don't like it now, keep it. One day, when you do like it, you can wear it."

Aveline fell silent for a moment before replying, "Can't you tell? I don't want it."

Lucas simply replied, "But I've already given it to you. Whether you want it or not, it's yours. If you really don't want it, go ahead and toss it. Maybe some beggar will find it and become rich overnight." Aveline's fingers tightened around the box slightly.

She knew the pink diamond inside was worth a fortune, likely not less than two million dollars. Throwing away something so valuable was out of the question.

Seeing her hesitation, Lucas added, "Just keep it. You'll come to like it someday."

What nonsense...

She didn't like it now; why would she like it in the future?

Still, she didn't throw it away but placed it on her lap instead.

Lucas glanced at her pale wrist and paused before saying, "If you wore it, it would look beautiful."

Aveline ignored his comment, shifting the conversation. "Why did you send someone in there? We're about to get divorced, and now you've made our relationship public. What am I supposed to do once we're divorced?" Patrick's sudden change in attitude was clearly because he feared Lucas.

like him? She knew she would be vulnerable to those who would crush her if given the chance. The thought of that

been wanting to leave Cloudflare City for a while now. Are you really worried about

looked at him. "How do you

out a soft laugh. "You haven't exactly hidden your desire to leave. I'm not

her lips together

about it,

she finished Patrick's project, she planned to

suitable designer to fill her position. She really wouldn't be

voice broke the silence, coaxing her gently, "while you still have the title of Mrs. Tudor, why

to leave this marriage at a loss, would you? Do you ever

Of course not.

it over and

his elevated status, hers had

think of it, in all the time they had been married, she had never really

running full blast, and a thin layer of mist soon fogged up the windows, blurring the view of the street

the box out to him and

her, a few steps behind. "You're welcome," he replied, his long, narrow

of affection as he looked