Lucas said, "You can't stop me,"

Aveline tell silent.

She took a deep breath and asked, "Are you done with your work? Can we talk about Zachary now?"

Lacas picked up a glass of water, took a sip, and with a cold expression, replied, "I have a dinner meeting later. Accompany me, and if you do well, I'll consider letting him go." Aveline frowned. "Can't you just say that if I do well, you'll let him go? Why add 'consider'?"

What if he were to change his mind and decided not to let Zachary go?

Lucas looked at her playfully. "You're quite clever."

Aveline was speechless.

She didn't like that kind of compliment.

Lucas lifted his chin slightly. "Go change into the dress."

Following his gaze, Aveline noticed a dress on the other side of the sofa. She walked over, picked it up, and went straight into the room to change.

Fortunately, the dress was quite conservative. It highlighted her figure while covering those ambiguous marks.

When she came out, she saw that Lucas had also changed into a suit. He was putting on a watch, exuding an air of elegance that made one's heart skip a beat at the sight. Aveline's eyelids fluttered as she suppressed her emotions. "What kind of dinner meeting is this?"

"You'll know when we get there," Lucas said.

His eyes fell on her face. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and her lips were a bit pale. He walked over, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her.

The kiss was intense and passionate as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Aveline struggled to keep up, instinctively pushing him away.

The next moment, his lips moved to her ear, and in a low voice, he murmured, "The more you struggle, the more you upset me."

Aveline's instantly stopped moving. She endured while thinking about Zachary.

Seeing the anger in her watery eyes and her helplessness towards him, Lucas' lips curved into a faint smile, clearly pleased.

Aveline said, "Aren't we supposed to go to the dinner meeting?"

Lucas responded with a hum and turned to walk out.

Aveline exhaled a breath of frustration and followed him. When they stepped outside, Desmond was already waiting by the car, respectfully opening the door. "Mr. Tudor, Miss Young."

Lucas' gaze suddenly locked onto Desmond's face. "Are we divorced?"

Desmond was taken aback and instinctively replied, "No."

Lucas coldly said, "Then why do you call her Miss Young? Do you enjoy calling her that?"

Desmond's hair stood on end. He quickly looked at Aveline and corrected himself, "Mrs. Tudor."

Aveline, expressionless, said, "Don't. We're getting divorced soon. Calling me that will only cause trouble."

Desmond was speechless.

Both of them were making things difficult for him.

Lucas' gaze lingered on Aveline's face for a long moment, but she remained indifferent.

"Am I not speaking the truth? You promised Miss Winter you would marry her," she said, a mocking smile appearing on her face. Lucas' expression darkened completely.

He looked at her deeply and suddenly let out a low laugh. "Aveline, with your attitude, Zachary will never get to take over the orphanage."

"You!!!

Aveline was stunned and was about to say something, but Lucas had already turned and got into the car.

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