Lucas' eyes gazed intently at Aveline Seeing her slightly tipsy state, asked, "Does it really matter?"
In the face of those events, did love really matter?
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Aveline felt her consciousness growing hazy, but she clung to a shred of clarity. "Of course, it matters. If you love her, then we... we..."
She really couldn't hold her liquor. Just half a bottle of beer, and she was already losing her grip on reality.
Lucas stared at her. "We what?"
Aveline slumped onto the table. "Then we can't go on."
Lucas' expression darkened immediately. Watching her flushed face as she drifted off to sleep, unlike before when she would cling to him, he felt an unexpected pang of disappointment. But ending things like this wasn't an option.
He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and gazed at her intently. In a low voice, he murmured, "Aveline, if you had agreed to the divorce back then, you might be free now. But it's too late."
At that moment, Zane approached, smiling as he saw their state. Young man, she never could hold her liquor. You should keep an eye on her and stop her from drinking. It could lead to trouble." Lucas nodded slightly. "I understand."
He stood up and pulled out his wallet to settle the bill, but Zane waved him off. "No need. Consider this a homecoming meal. You don't pay to eat at home. Just get her back safely so she doesn't catch a cold." Lucas nodded. "Thank you, sir."
Zane chuckled and watched as Lucas effortlessly picked Aveline up
with one arm.
Desimond had already parked the car by the roadside. Secing Lucas carrying Aveline, he hurried out and opened the back door.
"Mr. Tudor, is your injury alright?" Desmond asked with concern.
"It's fine," Lucas replied calmly, settling into the car. "Let's go home."This text is property of NĂ´/velD/rama.Org.
"Yes, sir," Desmond replied.
As he settled into the driver's seat, Desmond hesitated before speaking. "Mr. Tudor, Brian has recovered from his injuries and
arrived in Arthur Town. He said he feels ashamed to face you but wants to protect you from the shadows."
Lucas' brow furrowed immediately.
Sensing the growing tension in the air, Desmond straightened up and said, "I'll have him leave right away."
Lucas' voice was stern. "Have him protect Aveline instead."
Desmond was taken aback. Brian had always harbored a grudge against Aveline; how could Lucas expect Brian to protect Aveline diligently? Reading Desmond's thoughts, Lucas added coldly, "If anything goes wrong again, let him die out there and keep him away from me.'
"Yes, sir," Desmond replied promptly.
The car soon arrived at Celestial Heights. Desmond helped Lucas carry Aveline upstairs before departing.
Downstairs, he noticed someone lingering nearby.
Desmond approached and patted the person's shoulder. "You have a chance to redeem yourself."
Brian, his face still somewhat pale, looked up immediately. "What did Mr. Tudor say?"
"Protect Miss Young," Desmond stated.
Brian was stunned, not expecting such an order.
Desmond continued, "I really don't get it. Are you loyal to Mr. Tudor or to Miss Winter? Why are you so biased towards Miss Winter? Do you have feelings for her?"
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