"Six million and the house, don't you want them anymore?"

Lucas looked at her with an emotion in his eyes that Aveline couldn't decipher.

Aveline clenched her fists, staring at him, and suddenly felt deflated.

She did want them.

With money and a house, she wouldn't have to work anymore. She could leave this city, go far away, and make sure he could never find her.

Oh... how naive of her. As if he would ever look for her.

Keeping a cold face, she found the first aid kit, sat down beside him, opened it, and began disinfecting his wound.

"It hurts," he said softly.

His deep, magnetic voice, slightly hoarse, carried his unique roughness, making it a real temptation to Aveline.

Her breathing became slightly erratic, and instead of being gentle, her movements became more forceful.

This time, Lucas didn't say anything.

He just watched her quietly. Her expression was indifferent, her delicate features stunningly beautiful. Though she usually didn't wear makeup, she had a touch of purity about her. Two completely different temperaments blended well within her. "It's done."

Her cold voice broke his thoughts,

As Aveline packed up the first aid kit, she said, Mr. Tudor, please keep your word. I want to see the check and the deed by tomorrow morning. Then I'll go with you to file a divorce. She closed the first aid kit with a snap and turned to look at him.

"If you were to back out, then we wouldn't get divorced. We can just drag this out. It won't be my loss anyway."

With that, she picked up the first aid kit, put it away, and went straight into the bedroom.

Lucas stared at the beautiful bow on his arm, his eyes darkening.

After taking a shower, Aveline wore only a camisole nightdress. She planned to have a glass of water before going to bed, assuming he had left. But when she opened the door, she saw him still sitting on the so He was staring at his injured arm, lost in thought.

Aveline paused for a moment before casually walking towards the water dispenser.

With her back to him, she couldn't see his expression.

After drinking half a glass of water and just setting the cup down, a strong arm encircled her waist.

Startled, Aveline immediately began to struggle. "Lucas, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

Soft kisses fell on her shoulder and neck, his hot breath caressing her delicate skin, causing her to shiver.

In their half-year of marriage, she knew how to provoke his

nerves, and he knew how to do the same.

After just a few teasing touches, Aveline's face turned red.

He turned her around, his dominant presence overwhelming as he kissed her lips.

Smack!

Aveline suddenly raised her hand and slapped him across the face.Property © .

"Lucas, you bastard!"

Her eyes reddened at the corners. "We're getting divorced. What do you think you're doing?"

Lucas pressed his tongue against his cheek, his eyes fixed on her. "But we're not divorced yet. And this is the second time you've slapped me."

Aveline trembled with anger. "What? Are you going to hit me back?"

Lucas suddenly grabbed her wrist. "I can't just let it go unpunished."

Before she could react, his domineering kiss descended, seizing her breath and locking her firmly in his embrace.

"Mmph!"

Aveline struggled, their teeth clashing, the taste of blood spreading in their mouths.

But Lucas didn't let go. He gripped her waist, lifting her up, and then hooked her legs around his waist.