She wondered if Sophia knew how much of a jerk he was.

No, he wouldn't be like this around Sophia. He cherished her too much to ever wrong her.

But to Aveline....

She was nothing.

Lucas stared at the closed door, the frustration in his chest growing.

He took a large gulp of water as if it could ease his irritation.

She used to be different.

Why couldn't they just get along as they did before, since they weren't divorced yet?

An hour passed.

There was a knock on Aveline's door.

Groggily, she got up and opened it, seeing Lucas already dressed in a suit, looking at her with a calm expression. "It's time to head to the dinner."

Her hair was down, and her delicate features looked fresh and soft, with a touch of confusion. The sharpness seemed to have faded, leaving a gentler side.

It reminded him of how she used to be, and his heart softened unexpectedly.

"I don't have a dress," Aveline said with a yawn.

She was truly exhausted. She had traveled non-stop from Cloudflare City to Labor City and spent

the entire afternoon waiting in the hotel. lobby. She was afraid to close her eyes, worried she might miss him. As a result, she had only managed to sleep for an hour, which was far from enough to rolleve her fatigue,

Lacas replied, "It's already been devered."

Aveline promptly closed the door.

Lucas frowned. "Aveline?

What was she up to now?

But soon, she reopened the door, her face slightly damp, indicating she had just washed up.

Aveline ignored him and left the room, spotting the black dress on the sofa. She picked it up and returned to her room.

The dress was modest yet elegant, either too flashy in showcasing her figure nor so conservative as to feel suffocating. It had a V-

neck design and was cinched perfectly at the waist, highlighting her slender frame.

However, the zipper was at the back, and she couldn't reach it.

After several failed attempts, she opened the door and, without expression, looked at him. "Help me with the zipper."

She turned around, sweeping her hair over one shoulder.

Lucas stood up and walked over, his gaze falling on her pale back. She was slender, her shoulder blades beautifully shaped. His kisses from last night still lingered in his hemory. His fingers brushed her delicate skin, and the softness made his fingertips tremble slightly.

His eyes darkened at

Taby.

However, he quickly zipped up the dress.

Aveline fixed her hair, took out her bag, and applied light makeup. before looking at him. "Alright, let's go."

She looked very simple and elegant, without any jewelry, like a gentle breeze-pleasant but not easily memorable.

Lucas frowned as he looked at her. He pulled out his phone, made a call, gave a few instructions, and then looked back at her. "Wait a moment."

Aveline nodded and sat on the sofa, pulling out her phone to pass. the time.

True to his word, he had transferred one million dollars into her

account.

Ha, ha, ha, she was rich!

Suddenly, she thought maybe delaying the divorce wasn't such a bad idea.

If he had more demands, she could ask for another one million each time. Life would be sweet!

After about an hour, there was a knock on the hotel room door.

Lucas walked over and opened it. A bodyguard stood there, respectfully handing him a bag.

Lucas returned, took out a jewelry box from the bag, and opened it to reveal a set of dazzling diamond jewelry.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.