Aveline was startled, and the small cake in her hand fell onto the soft carpet.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her body tensing up. His proximity immediately caused her pain, revealing just how intense her body's reaction to him was.

The bedroom was pitch black. They couldn't see each other clearly, but Aveline could feel Lucas' gloomy gaze fixed on her, his hot breath hitting her face, his overpowering presence enveloping her. Aveline hated this feeling. Being completely controlled by him with no escape made her feel suffocated.

"Lucas, what are you doing in the middle of the night?" she asked again when he remained silent.

Suddenly, Lucas kissed her. The hot breath mixed with the taste of tobacco flooded Aveline's senses.

Aveline let out a muffled groan and struggled.

However, Lucas seemed to anticipate her resistance.

He grabbed her wrists, twisted them behind her back, and pressed her into his chest.

His kiss was scorching. Their breaths entangled in a chaotic mess...

Lucas, like an insatiable beast, imprinted his scent on her, making her entire body filled with his presence, like a beast marking its territory.

Aveline felt even more uncomfortable. Lucas bit her lip as if in punishment and whispered, "Why are you trying to hide? Do you think you can?"

Aveline's breathing was erratic, her chest heaving violently. Each rise and fall caused friction against his hard chest, and she could feel his muscles tense. She tried to steady her breath and said, "Lucas, I'm very tired. I want to rest."

Lucas let out a light, mocking scoff.

With a loud "snap," he turned on the bedroom light.

Lucas glanced at the small cake on the carpet and stepped on it. "Eating something this sweet so late at night, aren't you worried about your health?" Aveline widened her eyes at the sight!

The cake was already ruined beyond recognition, and Aveline found his behavior utterly unreasonable.

"Move aside. I need to wash up and rest!" Her tone grew colder.: owner of this content.

Lucas' eyes narrowed. "What? Feeling heartbroken?"

He stared at her intently, his eyes filled with a cold emotion.

Aveline struggled. "You've already destroyed the cake. What else can I say?"

Lucas spoke slowly, "Someone else gave it to you. Don't you feel bad that I ruined it?"

Aveline's eyes widened at his words. He had seen it!

She frowned. "Were you spying on me?"

*IS BONES

Lucas sneered and grabbed her chin. "You came home so late. As your husband, I should have picked you up. But what did I see? My wife being courted by another man, accepting his gift. What does that mean? Have you accepted him? What's next? Planning to get a room together?"

Each word he spoke was like a knife stabbing into her heart. The stifling pain made her feel it was ridiculous

"Lucas, with your imagination, it's a pity you don't write novels."

Her eyes were filled with blatant sarcasm, making Lugas expression even darker. "Not planning to get a room? I can recommend a Tudor hotel. The service is quite good."

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