"Ave, sleep a little longer," a familiar, affectionate voice sounded behind her. The man's chin gently nuzzled the top of her head.

Aveline froze.

This was how they used to be.

When she woke up early in the morning, Lu would be like this gentle and clingy, saying such things.

Aveline lay there in a daze, unable to distinguish the past from the present.

How could she tell them apart?

Because whether it was the past or now, the one saying these words was always Lu.

Her heart ached with bitterness, but she bit her finger and didn't get

1. up.

She still craved this embrace.

She craved his warmth, his scent, everything about him.

She wished time could freeze at this moment-no divorce, no Sophia, no Tudor family drama...

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When she woke up again, Aveline immediately met Lucas's playful

gaze.

Her expression stiffened. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

It was early in the morning and quite unsettling.

Lucas's voice was deep. "Why are you here?"

Aveline looked at his face. "You don't remember?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Remember what?"

Aveline sat up and calmly recounted the events of the previous nigl

Lucas glanced at his phone and said, "So you're saying I called yo by mistake?"

"That's right."

But Lucas handed her his phone. "I called Desmond's number."

Aveline frowned and looked at his phone screen, where Desmond' name was at the top of the call log.

"How is that possible?"

Aveline's eyes widened slightly, reaching out to grab his phone for a closer look. But Lucas pulled it back.

"So, why are you here?" His eyes glanced at the bed.

Aveline felt a lump in her chest, unable to swallow it or spit it out. It was suffocating!

"So, you think I came here in the middle of the night because I missed you so much?"

Lucas' handsome face actually showed a bit of contemplation. After a moment, he nodded. "It's not entirely out of the question."

"Haha, you are truly self-absorbed."

Aveline laughed coldly without holding back. She grabbed her phone, intending to show him her call history, only to find it completely empty! "Did you mess with my phone?"

She looked at him immediately, disbelief in her eyes.

"No," Lucas denied directly. "Aveline, there's nothing wrong with admitting it. We're still married. It's normal for you to come to me if you have needs,"

Haha!

He definitely deleted the call history!

Absolutely!

Aveline gripped her phone, her face expressionless. "Fine, since you care so much, I won't come to you next time if I have needs."

After saying this, Aveline got out of bed to leave.

Lucas's expression darkened. He grabbed her wrist, pinning her beneath him. "Then who are you going to?"

Aveline struggled but couldn't break free, so she lay still and looked at him mockingly. "We're getting divorced. Whoever I go to has nothing to do with you, ex-husband."

The nonchalance in Lucas' eyes gradually disappeared. Seeing her provocative gaze, a surge of anger ignited in his chest.

She was planning to go to another man.

That couldn't happen.

Lucas suddenly leaned down and kissed her, the kiss fierce and demanding.

Aveline didn't resist. She looked at him calmly, letting him kiss her as he pleased.