"How did you get in here?"

Aveline's face darkened. She was still wearing a pair of gloves as she glared at them coldly.

Lucas waved his hand dismissively. "You can leave now."

Yes, Mr. Tudor. If you need anything else, just let us know." The property manager quickly turned and left.

The door closed again.

Lucas said calmly, "I had them let me in."

Aveline responded, "Did I invite you in?"

'Since you wouldn't let me in, I had them open the door," Lucas said, his face calm as if this was perfectly reasonable to him.Property © .

Aveline clenched her hands. "Lucas, can you be any more shameless?"

Lucas looked at her serenely. "How is it shameless to come into my own home?"

"This isn't your home!" Aveline glared at him.

Lucas replied, "But we are still married. Even though the house is in your name, it's still considered marital property for now."

Aveline was speechless, her lips pressed tightly together.

She stared at him for a while, then suddenly sneered. "Lucas, you're despicable."

With that she turned and went back to the bathroom. She hadn't" finished... shing Russell's clothes yet.

Lucas's face darkened immediately.

She insulted him.

She actually insulted him!

His chest tightened with anger. Frustrated, he yanked at his tie, but it didn't help.

He glared in the direction of the bathroom and strode over. There he saw Aveline washing clothes diligently.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, realizing those clothes weren't

his.

She was washing another man's clothes!

Realizing this, his anger intensified, and his expression turned even more grim.

Aveline noticed Lucas approaching but paid him no mind. If he wanted to stay, so be it; she would just ignore him.

Suddenly, Lucas walked over, grabbed the clothes, and threw them on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

Aveline was furious. She had almost finished washing them!

Lucas's tone was cold. "I'm being despicable."

Aveline was speechless.

She stared at him in disbelief. His expression was dark, and there was a violent, bloodshot look in his eyes, though he was trying to suppress it. I resence was chilling, exuding immense pressure. "You're really ou of your mind," Aveline muttered, bending down to pick up the clothes. But Lucas stepped on them.

Aveline's breathing deepened. "Lucas, if you want to go crazy, do it

somewhere else, not here."

Lucas fixed his gaze on her, then suddenly bent down, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and beaded straight for the bedroom. "What are you doing? Let me gol"

Aveline was started, struggling with all ber might

"Smack!"

Lucas slapped her butt, his tone even colder. If you keep struggling I'll show you what real madness looks like."

Aveline froze, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment

Wasn't this man already insane?

She didn't dare struggle anymore. Soon, he threw her onto the bed and pressed down on her, kissing her wildly.

Aveline turned her head, trying to avoid his kisses. "Loras, get off me! Stop this madness!"

But Lucas grabbed her face, preventing her from moving. "Aveline, you are still my wife.

The disparity in their strength left Aveline unable to break free. The man, driven by some crazy impulse, roughly tore her clothes apart.