Bastard! This big bastard!

Aveline's body went limp, but she still struggled.

Helping Sophia during the day and then coming to her at night. What was this about? Couldn't Sophia satisfy him?

Sweat beaded on Lucas's forehead as he kept her pinned beneath him, his movements forceful and intense. "Ave, be good, or it will be unpleasant for both of us." Aveline's eyes were red. "Get out! Get out!"NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

She pounded on him. "Don't you have someone to take care of? Go find her! Go!"

Lucas didn't want to hear another word and kissed her again.

In the room, muffled cries intertwined and gradually shattered as the temperature rose. The struggle continued.

Late into the night, everything fell silent.

Aveline lay with her back to him. "Add another two million to the divorce settlement."

Lucas's breath grew heavier, but he didn't say anything.

Aveline closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling. The closer she got to him, the more it hurt.

The pain was cold and piercing, making her curl up involuntarily.

Just then, a strong arm wrapped around her waist.

Aveline stiffened. "What are you doing?"

Lucas said, "I feel like I'm losing out."

So what?

Was he going to continue?

Aveline gritted her teeth. "Lucas, If I had known you were this awful, I wouldn't have taken you in even If you were starving on the street."

As soon as she finished speaking, she cried out in pain.

This man was he a beast?

He actually bit her shoulder!

She struggled, but the next second, she felt a wetness where he had bitten her-he was gently soothing the spot.

"You can't undo the past," he said with a steady voice.

There were no what-ifs.

Aveline was furious. "So, please, let me go. I've already agreed to the divorce. What are you trying to do now?" She let out a cold laugh. "Lucas, don't tell me you want to take responsibility for Sophia and still not divorce me?" Lucas replied, "Go to sleep."

Aveline, however, was no longer sleepy. She turned over and looked at his face in the darkness. "Answer me!" Lucas's deep voice came softly, "It seems you're not tired yet."

Aveline was speechless.

Damn him!

She cursed him silently but didn't dare to act out anymore. Lucas really could be ruthless, and she was afraid she wouldn't get any sleep tonight.

Soon, the sound of steady breathing came from beside her. Lucas turned his gaze to her.

In the darkness, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he knew her features were relaxed and soft, tinged with a bit of tranquility.

In the past, she would snuggle in his arms and sleep soundly.

But now, his arms were empty.

After a long while, the faint sound of the bedcovers rustling came. Lucas pulled the soft woman into his arms. In that instant, his unsettled heart seemed to find its place again. The next day.

Aveline woke up in Lucas's arms.

For a moment, she felt disoriented, as if none of those things had ever happened, and he was still her Lu.

He was still asleep, his handsome face deep and captivating, with long eyelashes. She used to marvel at how his eyelashes, for a man, were longer than a girl's.

Aveline instinctively reached out to touch him, but suddenly, her wrist was grabbed, and Lucas's eyes snapped open. He flipped over, pinning her beneath him. "Ave, good morning."

Aveline didn't struggle; she just looked at him calmly.

Lucas slowly leaned in, but just as his lips were about to touch.

hers, she said, "What if we don't get divorced?"