Aveline's palms were sweating with nerves. He truly Intended to divorce her! Yet, his casual demeanor made it hard for her to belleve.

"Lucas, are you serious?" she asked cautiously.

After all, they had fought over this issue so many times before. His sudden proposal made her wary of trusting him.: owner of this content.

Lucas' cold smile remained. 'Of course, I'm serious."

He took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke obscuring his handsome features. "But remember, when you're no longer my wife, you have no right to be in my presence." Aveline's heart sank. She had come to seek Lucas' help. If she agreed to the divorce, she might never see him again, let alone ask for his help.

Lucas watched her with amusement. "Well? Have you made up your mind?"

Aveline's fingers curled up, and she lowered her gaze. After a long pause, she said, "Lucas, doing this on purpose?"

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Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand. I've agreed to the divorce. What more do you want?"

Aveline's heart sank further.

Suddenly, Lucas grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Or.do you expect me to agree to the divorce while also helping you? What do you take me for? Your lapdog?"

His mocking tone felt like a slap to Aveline's face. She felt a surge of indignation and humiliation.

"I haven't done anything to provoke you," she said, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. His antagonism felt unwarranted and cruel.

Lucas was visibly agitated. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer, kissing her without

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The others in the room averted their eyes, respecting their privacy. Aaron, however, watched with a bemused expression, entertained by their tumultuous relationship.

What should she do? It seemed like she was trapped in a dead end. Lucas would never let Bobby, who had tampered with Leo's belongings, go unpunished. Aveline was here to plead for Bobby. Aaron, however, sensed something unusual.

Aveline suddenly pushed Lucas away, her lips trembling slightly as she suppressed her emotions. Lucas, if I don't divorce you, can I, as your wife, ask you for a favor?"

She humbled herself once more, realizing she had no right to stand proud in front of him. He could easily control her with just a finger if he wanted.

Lucas' eyes darkened. He brushed his thumb across her lips, their noses nearly touching in an Intimate pose, like a loving couple.

"Then show me the attitude of someone asking for a favor."

Aveline's lashes fluttered.

Lucas released her and leaned back lazily, his gaze inscrutable. What choice would she make? What concessions would she offer for someone irrelevant? Aveline looked at the table, which was covered with various drinks. She picked up a bottle, poured a drink into a glass, and looked at him. "Do you want to drink?" Lucas stared deeply at her. "Drink."

Aveline took a sip and then leaned closer to him. Her lips, still slightly red from his kiss and now moist with alcohol, looked even more alluring.

Lucas did not refuse, allowing her to clumsily feed him the drink. The liquid slid down the corners of their mouths.

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