Aveline hesitated for a moment but eventually walked over.

Inside the elevator, there were only Lucas and Desmond.

Aveline stepped in, and Desmond instinctively moved to the corner.

Aveline lowered her eyes slightly, trying to ignore the strong, cold aura next to her. The elevator was quiet, with a faint chilly

atmosphere circulating.

When the elevator doors opened, Aveline didn't rush out. She waited for Lucas to exit first. But since she didn't move, Lucas didn't either.: owner of this content.

What was going on?

Desmond, standing in the corner, felt like he wanted to disappear into the ground as he thought, "Mr. Tudor, Miss Young, if you two don't leave, how can I? Can't you talk outside? Why occupy the

elevator?"

Just as Desmond's mental defenses were about to collapse, Lucas finally spoke, "Aren't you going home?"

Aveline replied, "I am. You go ahead, Mr. Tudor. I'm not in a hurry."

Lucas said, "Mm, if you're not in a hurry, neither am L."

Aveline was speechless and wondered, "What's wrong with this guy?

Desmond also kept quiet, sharing the same thoughts as Aveline.

The elevat doors were slowly closing. Not wanting to waste any more time veline squeezed past Lucas, trying to leave. But Lucas. grabbed her wrist, his cold, narrow eyes landing on Desmond's face. Desmond stiffened and quickly sidestepped out of the elevator. Once outside, he immediately felt like he could breathe easier.

Aveline frowned. "What's the meaning of this?"

Lucas looked at her, his deep voice smooth and captivating. "Have you thought about what I said?"

Aveline replied, "What thing?"

"Living together," Lucas said.

"That's not going to happen," Aveline responded.

He wanted her life and her body? How could he think he could have everything? He must be dreaming. Lucas's brow furrowed. "But if we don't live together, what's the point of maintaining this relationship?"

"Then let's get a divorce," Aveline retorted.

Lucas was speechless.

His breathing grew heavier.

The elevator doors slowly closed again.

Aveline took a deep breath. "Mr. Tudor, I need to go home and have my dinner. Can you let go of my hand?"

Lucas replied, "Coincidentally, I need to have my dinner too."

Aveline laughed in exasperation. "Then go! Why are you holding onto me?"

Lucas said, "Since we both need to have our dinner. Why not eat togethe

Aveline was speechless and she wanted to say, "Eat together, my foot!"

She forcefully shook off his hand and walked out with a blank expression.

Lucas stared at her slender back, his eyes darkening.

Just then, his phone rang. He checked the caller ID; it was Sophia.

"Yes?" he answered.

Sophia's gentle voice came through. "Lucas, have you finished work?

"Yes, what is it?" Lucas asked coolly.

Sophia said, "I made some of your favorite dishes. Do you want to come over for dinner? Also, I want to talk to you about something." Lucas's eyes darkened further. After a pause, he said, "Okay." Sophia's voic

After hanging up, Sophia looked at the table filled with food and smiled. Noticing her outfit, she felt dissatisfied and returned to her bedroom's dressing room. After much deliberation, she chose a burgundy V- neck long dress and put it on.

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