Before he regained his memory, he often bought her flowers, warm tea, and small gifts... Though they weren't worth much, it showed that he was thinking of her. Whenever he saw something beautiful, his first instinct was to share it with her. In his heart, she was always first.

How could she easily forget or stop loving such a devoted Lu?

A slight ache pierced her heart, and Aveline quickly reined in her thoughts, trying not to let her mind wander.

That Lu was gone, killed by Lucas Tudor.

Now, he was just Lucas Tudor-cold-hearted, emotionally distant, unpredictable.

Aveline inserted the straw into the cup and took a sip.

Indeed, it was warm, driving away the coldness in her heart.

After half an hour, the driver's side door opened, and Lucas, carrying a chill with him, got into the car.

Aveline, holding her cup and looking at her phone, put it away when she saw him enter. Her demeanor softened slightly.

No matter what, he had saved her.

"Thank you for tonight," she said.

Lucas turned to look at her. "Is that all you have to say?

Aveline bit her lip slightly, then picked up the cup of warm tea. "And thank you for the tea. It's very good."

At her words, Lucas raised an eyebrow. When had he given her a cup of tea? But seeing the delight in her eyes, he chose not to expose the lie. Resting one hand on the steering wheel, his wrist, with its strong, defined bones, exuded an air of sensuality and strength.

"Anything else?" he asked.

Aveline paused, sensing the unusual atmosphere in the car. For a moment, she remained silent.

Although he had saved her, it was far from enough to break the ice in their relationship.

Seeing her silence, Lucas felt irritation rising again. He reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "What? You can't even say a single kind word to me?"

As he realized this, an inexplicable anger surged up, making his expression even more somber.

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Aveline's eyelashes fluttered slightly. She said, "Lucas, aren't we going home?"

She still remembered his promise that if she slept with him once, he would approve her resignation. She only wanted to distance herself from him to avoid further pain.

He suddenly gripped her chin harder.

"Aveline, why are you acting so ungrateful? I just saved you, and you're still thinking about resigning?" Lucas' voice was deep and magnetic, but his tone carried a chill.

Aveline looked up at him. "What else can I do? You've already agreed to marry Miss Winter. Do you want to keep entangling with me?"

She gave a bitter smile. "Lucas, do you really want to act like a jerk?"

about my engagement?"

Lucas' face turned icy, his gaze dark as he stared at her. "Are you happy about my

Aveline replied, "Whether I'm happy or not is irrelevant to you. I can't influence your decisions. We're like hedgehogs; the closer we get, the more we hurt each other. It's better if we divorce sooner. If we separate, neither of us will get hurt."

"You think you're clever."

Lucas sneered coldly, releasing her chin and starting the car, driving towards the Tudor mansion.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The atmosphere inside the car was tense and oppressive. Watching his stern profile, Aveline couldn't help but tighten her grip on the cup of tea.

They soon arrived at the Tudor mansion. Lucas said coldly, "Get out."

He slammed the car door, clearly showing his displeasure.

Aveline got out of the car and followed behind him.

Seeing her still holding the cup of tea, Lucas found it inexplicably annoying. He said coldly, "Throw that away. I never buy such trash for women." COIN BUNDLE: get more free bonus

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