Aveline closed her eyes for a moment, then suddenly spoke softly, " Okay, no divorce, Get up, and I'll make you some sobering tea,"

Lucas stopped mumbling and looked up at her, trying to discern if she was telling the truth.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Aveline gazed at him calmly.

After a long pause, Lucas lightly brushed his nose against hers." Really no divorce?"

"Yes."

Aveline forced herself to remain calm, suppressing the fluttering in her heart.

Lucas seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and released her.

Aveline stood up and walked straight to the kitchen.

Lucas rubbed his forehead.

"Lucas, the sobering tea is ready."

Aveline's voice came from the kitchen.

Lucas froze. That was quick?

He looked up, and in the next second, a basin of cold water was

thrown over him.

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, letting the water flow down his body, soaking the sofa and the carpet.

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ice was cold. "Are you sober now?"

Did he think that getting drunk and acting crazy would make her forget everything that had happened?

She remembered every word he had said before.

Lucas seemed to freeze, not moving for a long time as water dripped from his face and hair.

Aveline suddenly felt uncertain.

She picked up the basin and turned to leave.

If he wanted to sit in the living room, so be it. She wouldn't accompany him.

But the next moment, a gust of wind swept past her, and she was suddenly lifted into the air. She gasped as her lips were captured in a kiss.

The basin clattered to the floor with a loud bang.

Aveline struggled immediately. "Mmm... Lucas, are you crazy?"

Lucas kissed her wildly, his eyes fixed on her, his lashes still wet with droplets of water. He was completely drenched, holding her tightly, and now she was getting wet too. He finally tossed her onto the bed.

Aveline tried to get up and run, but Lucas grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her back!

"Lucas, let go of me!" she cried out.

He flipped her over, gripping her chin as his heated breath enveloped her, silencing her voice and breath.

She struggled, but he pried her legs apart.

The coldn rom their wet clothes against their skin spread, creating uncomfortable friction for both of them. Lucas kissed her lips, chin, and neck...

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His fingers roamed her body, igniting fires wherever they touched. Despite her intense struggle, her body eventually began to respond.

The initial roughness gave way, and his movements became fierce and relentless. Her words shattered into fragments.

He was like a fierce beast lurking in the darkness, seizing his prey with unrestrained aggression, marking her with his scent and repeatedly affirming his claim.

Aveline's eyes were tinged with red, her entire being exuding a chaotic allure.

Lucas' kisses lingered on her lips, silencing her every time she tried to utter something he didn't want to hear.

Gradually, the room was filled only with the sounds of their ragged breaths intertwining.

After what felt like an eternity, Aveline thought she might die on the bed. Finally, Lucas' movements became gentler.

"Bastard..."

Her voice was hoarse, and she lay on the bed, too exhausted to support herself.

Lucas pressed tender kisses along her beautiful spine.

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