"Mr. Lucas, the ginger tea is ready," the servant's voice came through.

"Bring it in," Lucas commanded in a deep voice.

The servant placed the ginger tea on the nightstand, bowed slightly, and left the room, closing the door behind them.

Lucas held Aveline down. "Ave, drink the ginger tea. It'll make you feel better."

Aveline continued to struggle. "No, no, get away from me. I want to go home."

Lucas said, "Drink it, and I'll take you home."

Aveline turned her head and flopped onto the soft bed. "I don't want to go home. I want to live in a big apartment, like one of those 300-square-meter ones!" Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "This is it. You can stay here from now on."

"Who are you?" Aveline asked.

"Look at me and see who I am," Lucas said, grabbing her chin gently.

Aveline stopped struggling and stared at him for a moment before saying, "Oh, you look familiar, like my scumbag ex-husband."

Lucas's frown deepened. "We haven't divorced yet."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"It's happening soon, very soon." Aveline raised her hand. "After the divorce, I'll have a cute guy on my left and a hand.

on my right. It'll be great!"

Lucas's expression darkened. "We haven't divorced yet, and you're already planning for the future?"

Aveline tilted her head. "Why not? We haven't divorced, but you can still hug other women. Why can't I think about handsome guys? Hey, don't be so unreasonable." Hugging other women? What was she talking about?

Lucas' eyes showed a mix of emotions. He knew she was drunk and couldn't let her go on like this. Without the ginger tea, she would feel terrible.

Lucas picked up the cup and brought it to her lips. "Drink."

Aveline shook her head. "No."

Losing patience, Lucas stared at her intensely, then drank a large mouthful of the tea himself. He held her chin and kissed her, forcing the tea into her mouth.

"Mmm!"

Caught off guard, Aveline was fed a mouthful of ginger tea, causing her to cough violently.

But as soon as she finished coughing, her lips were blocked again. This repeated a few more times until the teacup was empty.

Lucas let Aveline lie down and then went to the bathroom. When he came back, she was already asleep.

Once she quieted down, she seemed much more peaceful. Her cheeks were flushed, her long eyelashes curled, and her features were delicately elegant.

He reached out and touched her face. It was warm, likely from the alcohol. The room was quiet, with only the sound of their breathing, sometimes overlapping, so times in sync.

The next morning, Aveline opened her eyes, feeling confused. The sensation under her hand was warm and resilient. She instinctively touched it a few times. Hmm... why did it feel segmented?

The next second, her hand was grabbed.

"Have you touched enough?"

Above her, a man's hoarse voice came through, tinged with drowsiness.

Aveline looked up to see Lucas with half-closed eyes, his dark gaze fixed on her.

Why were they in the same bed? And where was this place?

Aveline remembered going to the bar with Selena last night and dragging a handsome guy to drink. After that... her memory went blank.

"Where is this?" Aveline asked.

"My place," Lucas replied.

"Hah!" Aveline let out a cold laugh. "We aren't even divorced yet, and you've already got a place you call your own."

Lucas's eyes darkened instantly. For some inexplicable reason, hearing her mention divorce made him feel irritable. Yet, it was he who had brought up the idea of divorce in the first place.