"Awake?"

At that moment, a deep, pleasant male voice resonated.

Aveline pursed her lips and turned her head to see Lucas sitting on a chair, a laptop in front of him.

He wasn't in his usual formal attire but was instead wearing a white bathrobe, sitting casually on the sofa. The robe's collar was slightly open, revealing a hint of his chest muscles, marked with a few clear scratch lines.

"Lucas, do you find this amusing?" Aveline asked.

Lucas chuckled softly at her words. "Amusing? Yes, it's incredibly amusing."

He stood up and walked over to her, bending down to stroke her face, his eyes filled with a playful glint. "Having a woman to sleep with, feeling this good-how could I not find that amusing?"

Aveline looked at him coldly, not getting triggered by his provocation, She slowly sat up, allowing the blanket to slide off, exposing the marks on her skin.

Lucas' eyes darkened as he looked at her.

Aveline smirked. "Well, if that's the case, I also find it rather amusing. Sleeping with you doesn't cost a dime, unlike hiring a gigolo."

She tried to get out of bed, but Lucas pushed her back onto it.

"If you find it so amusing, then sleeping with me a few more times shouldn't be an issue, right?" Lucas said, staring down at her before leaning in for another kiss. Aveline's lashes fluttered as she spoke softly, "Lucas, since neither of us can stand each other, why not get a divorce?"

Their constant bickering was exhausting.

Lucas, however, continued to caress her face, replying harshly, " Seeing you unhappy brings me joy."

Aveline was momentarily stunned, not expecting such a response.

"I must be incredibly unlucky to have met you," she retorted with a mocking smile.

This time, there was no hysterical confrontation.

On the bed where they had intertwined the night before, they simply gazed quietly at each other.

Lucas' expression suddenly darkened. He stood up and left the bedroom without a word. The door slammed shut with a deafening sound.

Aveline closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

Despite Lucas having cleaned her up, Aveline still rose to wash herself. She felt utterly drained, knowing that after a night of turmoil, recovery wouldn't come easily.

She dressed and walked out of the bedroom.

Lucas was nowhere to be seen in the suite.

She glanced around and noticed food on the dining table. She sat down to eat and fill her stomach before returning to the guest room to

continue sleeping.

When she woke up again, it was already evening.

The room was pitch black, and Aveline felt an overwhelming sense of being abandoned by the entire world.

Oh...

She had always been alone, hadn't she?

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Reaching out, she turned on the light

Just then, her phone rang.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

She picked it up and saw that it was a call from Desmond.

"Hello?" she answered in a calm tone.

Desmond sounded anxious. "Miss Young, could you come over? Mr. Tudor is drunk, and no one can persuade him to stop drinking. If he keeps drinking like this, it will harm his health." Aveline replied, "If he wants to drink, let him."

Desmond was momentarily at a loss for words, then pleaded, "Mis Young, please, you're the only one who can get through to him. Can you come and talk to Mr. Tudor?"

Aveline remained silent.