After speaking, she turned and left.

Russell looked at the delicate pink food container then withdrew his gaze without touching it.

Aveline returned to her neighborhood and smelled a faint scent of tobacco as she entered the corridor. It wasn't unusual for someone to be smoking there, so she didn't pay it much attention.

But as she climbed the stairs and entered her apartment after inputting the code, a hand suddenly grabbed the door. With a slight force, the door was pushed open, and Aveline was shoved inside. Bang!

The door slammed shut, and Aveline stared in shock.

"Lucas, what are you doing?"

Lucas' tall body cornered her in the entryway, his hand gripping her waist. With a slight effort, he lifted. her onto the shoe cabinet.

His nose touched hers, his voice husky. "My wife cooks for another man and goes to comfort him. What do you think I should do about that?"

As he spoke, his grip tightened, as if he wanted to break her waist.

"Should I kill him, or should I deal with you, hmm?

With that, Lucas kissed her lips fiercely. The taste of tobacco lingered on his lips, invading Aveline's

senses.

"Mmph!"

Aveline struggled, pushing him away forcefully. His scorching kisses wandered from her tender neck to her collarbone, biting her gently but firmly.

Aveline's body trembled, her breath becoming erratic.

She pounded his shoulder, trying to push him away. "Lucas, let me go, let me go!"

Lucas' burning kisses found her lips again, and he mumbled, "Aveline, if you push me again, I'll take you right here."

Aveline's breath caught in her throat, a mix of shame and anger rising within her.

She held back her emotions and said, "Lucas, this is my friend's house. Don't do anything crazy here!"

Lucas' breath brushed her lips as he spoke, his lips grazing hers, his voice deep and hoarse, "Then come with me. I'll take you somewhere else where we can do crazy things."

How shameless!

Aveline cursed internally, taking a deep breath. "Let go. I'm not in the mood to mess around with you."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I'm not messing around. I'm taking care of business."

Aveline frowned. "You call this taking care of business?"

Lucas let out a low laugh. "Handling you is business, isn't it?"

Aveline was speechless, feeling a rush of anger. She wanted to kick him out, but she didn't have the strength.

If she said something to provoke him, he might really do something crazy here.

Aveline closed her eyes, turned her head, and stopped speaking.: owner of this content.

Lucas, seeing her trying to endure, grabbed her chin and laughed softly. "You seem very reluctant, but just now, you were panting so hard. Anyone would think I was making you feel good." Slap!

Aveline didn't hesitate to slap him across the face. She had lost count of how many times she had slapped him.

But it seemed like he didn't feel humiliated at all. The more she hit him, the more excited he got.

Lucas' tongue pressed against his cheek, his eyes growing darker and more dangerous. "Got addicted to hitting me, didn't you?"