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

Chapter 864

Lucas completely ignored Selena's protests, pacing around the living room, and searching every corner. Not finding anyone, he headed straight for the bedroom.

"Hey, stop!" Selena rushed over, arms outstretched to block his way. "What do you think you're doing?"

His bloodshot eyes fixed on her, cold and intense. "Move."

The icy chill and overwhelming pressure radiating from him made Selena falter momentarily, but she stood her ground. "No. Why are you barging in like this?" Frustration boiled over in Lucas.

If Selena was trying this hard to stop him, then Aveline must be here. Why was she keeping him away? Didn't she understand how desperately he'd been searching for Aveline, how close to madness he'd been? Lucas had little patience left. Just as he was about to push Selena aside, the bedroom door creaked open.

Aveline stood there, dressed in soft sleepwear, one hand resting on the doorframe, the other hanging loosely at her side. She looked fragile, ethereal, but her face was pale, and her eyes showed none of the warmth he once knew.

Lucas' gaze locked onto her, scanning her face, taking in every detail as if afraid to miss a single moment. His throat tightened, and in a hoarse whisper, he said, "Aveline... you've lost weight."

Aveline's grip on the door handle tightened slightly.

Her voice was soft but distant as she replied, "I'm tired. Could you please leave?"

was suffocating. He had

voice tight with emotion. "Rest. I'll come

glancing back at her with each step, clearly

behind him, Selena let out an annoyed sound and turned

"I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep. You don't

I won't be able to

but sleep refused to come. The image of Lucas-disheveled, his

desperation-haunted her. He had

the world was

why had he been with another woman? If he was so desperate, was all

What was the point?

...

battling the intense

furious. "Take me to the

the security footage at Meet Bar.

up to an IV drip to flush the drugs. from his system. He sat in a chair his jacket thrown carelessly beside him shirt slightly wrinkled. With his

long

brow furrowed. "Who had the