Lucas narrowed his eyes dangerously. "I'll show you right now if it has anything to do with me!"

He forcefully grabbed her and pushed her onto the sofa. Before she could react, his tall, heavy body pressed down on her.

"No!" Aveline exclaimed, kicking wildly.

Lucas easily subdued her, his hot breath close to her face. "What's the problem? Don't forget, we are

married."

Aveline gritted her teeth. "He told me about Darren"

Lucas paused at her words, staring into her slightly reddened eyes before slowly getting up.

Aveline stood, adjusting her clothes. "He saved me before and has been trying to find Darren, but the man is cunning and keeps hiding."

Lucas was irritated. The thought of Darren finding Aveline as soon as he got out of prison, and the fact that Russell had saved her, made him even more agitated.

Aveline headed to the kitchen and took out the food from the pot. She hadn't had dinner yet.

Lucas watched her intently and suddenly followed her.

This time, Aveline didn't offer him any food. "I only made enough for myself. If you eat it, I'll go hungry."

Hearing this, Lucas paused in his attempt to grab a bowl and utensils. "Then make some more."

Aveline frowned, "No."

Lucas pulled out a chair and sat down. "Fine, if you don't cook more, I won't leave."

"You!" Aveline glared at him, angry.

She didn't rush to cook but started eating her dinner. She was very hungry.

Lucas wasn't in a rush either. He simply watched her eat, his eyes darkening. For some reason, observing her brought him a peculiar sense of satisfaction.

Aveline resisted the urge to slap him. After finishing her meal, she got up and began cooking pasta.

She added a couple of green vegetables as garnish and then placed the plate in front of him. "Eat!"

Lucas looked at the plain bowl of pasta, his expression unreadable.

Aveline lifted her chin. "Don't like it? Then don't eat."

She moved to take the plate away, but Lucas blocked her hand and picked up the fork to eat, though he appeared displeased.

He thought about how she made elaborate meals for Russell, but for him, it was just a plain plate of

pasta.

Aveline, you're something else!

Aveline stood aside, arms crossed, watching him with an impassive face.

Even while eating pasta, Lucas' movements were graceful and silent.

His handsome, sharp features and noble demeanor were a sight to behold.

When he finally put down the fork, Aveline spoke up. "Lucas, what will it take for you to agree to a

divorce?"

Lucas' face darkened instantly. His eyes glared coldly at her. "Aveline, are you looking for trouble?" Aveline remained calm. "I'm serious. Haven't you ever considered that we're not suitable for each

other?"

Lucas sneered. "I think we're very suitable."

Aveline frowned. "In what way?"

*Lucas smirked. "In bed."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Aveline pressed her lips together and turned to leave. She realized that whenever she brought up divorce, Lucas always found a way to shut her down. COIN BUNDLE: get more free bonus

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