Aveline tried to get up, but he pulled her back down.

"What are you-mmph..."

Before she could finish, his fierce kiss silenced her. Aveline tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them. above her head.

The kiss grew more intense, spreading to her neck, her collarbone...

Their breathing became erratic.

Staring at the intricate ceiling, Aveline's eyes filled with tears. Lucas, I'm not your tool for venting your emotions. If you still appreciate that I saved you once, please let me go."

Please stop this. It was really painful for her. He was supposed to take responsibility for another woman, yet he kept entangling with her over and over. What was the point? Wasn't he the one who wanted a div

Couldn't he be decisive about it?

Lucas' breath on her collarbone grew heavier, but finally, he let her go and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

Aveline slowly lowered her hands, closed her eyes, and exhaled a deep breath, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over her. She wished he would say they wouldn't get divorced and that they could continu

Ha! How foolish.

When Lucas came out, Aveline had already composed herself.

"Let's go to the lawyer's office now," she said.

Lucas's expression turned colder. "Let's eat first."

Aveline started to protest, "No," but her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl.

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flickered with embarrassment. "Fine," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

For some inexplicable reason, the frustration in Lucas' heart eased a bit. He left the bedroom without a word.

Aveline sighed in resignation and followed him. When she opened the door, a servant stood nearby, handing her a bag. Hello, these are the toiletries Mr. Lucas prepared for you."

"Oh, thank you." Aveline took the bag and went back inside to freshen up.

When she emerged from the bedroom, she realized she was in a villa. The bedroom was on

the second floor, with a view of the living room from the railing. The whole villa had a cold, monochromatic color scheme of black, white, and gray.

The servants moved about efficiently and silently.

Aveline descended the stairs and saw Lucas in the dining room. She walked over and sat down without a word, starting to eat.

A fork holding a piece of bacon strip appeared in front of her, placing it on her plate.

"You like bacon," Lucas said in a deep, magnetic voice.

Aveline stared at the bacon for a moment before returning it to his plate. "I don't like it anymore.

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Lucas frowned. "Why don't you like it anymore?"

Aveline replied, "I just don't. Do I need a reason? Do I have to wait until it says it wants to be with someone else before I stop liking it?"

Lucas was speechless.

Aveline drank her milk and ate her fried egg. She wiped her

mouth with a napkin and looked at him, about to say something when she noticed some items in a nearby cabinet.

Why did they look so familiar?

They seemed like things she had thrown away.

Aveline pointed at the items and asked, "Did you pick up the things I threw away?"

The air around them grew noticeably colder. Lucas' tone turned even icier. "Those are things I bought. What does it have to do with you? Do you really think I would pick up what you discarded and keep it?" Aveline blinked. Weren't those the things she threw away?

Why did they look so much like them?