Sophia sat next to Lucas, holding her phone and looking at recipes. Seeing a dish she liked, she leaned closer to him. "Lucas, how about I make this dish? But we need to go to the supermarket; I don't have enough ingredients at home."Lucas frowned slightly and suddenly said, "Stop the car."The driver immediately pulled over.Sophia looked at him in confusion. "Lucas, what’s the meaning of this?"Lucas addressed the driver, "Make sure Miss Winter gets home safely." He then turned to Sophia. "I have something to do, so I need to leave."With that, he opened the car door and got out."Lucas..." Sophia called out to him, but he left without looking back.Sophia clenched her phone, her expression quickly turning cold! She saw that Lucas had been looking at Facebook and he was looking at the post about Aveline. That was why he left immediately!He had promised to go to her house for dinner!Could it be that Aveline really occupied his heart?No! She absolutely would not allow that to happe
"Ave, stop drinking," Selena began, initially frightened, but now even more scared seeing Aveline in this state.Aveline pushed her away. "If I don't finish these, what if he doesn't let us go?" She said, downing another glass.Russell's nonchalant smile gradually faded, his gaze growing colder with a hint of interest. Hah! This woman had the audacity to snatch something from his hand earlier, and now she was utterly terrified. But from her demeanor, it seemed she was drinking to drown her sorrows."Enough!" Russell said impatiently.But Aveline didn't stop. Out of eight glasses, she had already drunk five."I haven't finished yet. No way." Aveline shook her head, her vision now extremely blurry, yet she accurately picked up another glass and drank."I said, enough!" Russell suddenly stood up, grabbed her wrist, and snatched the glass from her hand, hurling it to the floor. The glass shattered into pieces instantly.Aveline swayed on her feet. Selena quickly held her up. "Ave, you don'
Lucas held Aveline, looking at her flushed, drunken face with a deep frown. "Ave, I'm taking you home.""Who are you?" Aveline's vision was blurry, and feeling someone holding her, she immediately started to struggle.Lucas patiently said, "It's me, Lu."Hearing his voice, Aveline paused for a moment, then struggled even harder. "Get off me, you bastard! Don't touch me!"Lucas' face darkened.Russell's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Buddy, didn't you hear her? She doesn't want you touching her."Lucas shot him a cold look. "This is between me and my wife. It's none of your business."Russell's smile faltered. Wife? Watching Aveline struggle, an inexplicable anger flared up inside him. "It doesn't look like it. How about you show me your marriage certificate to prove you're her husband? Otherwise, I can't just hand her over."Lucas' handsome face grew even colder, his expression darkened. He pulled the marriage certificate out of his pocket. "Is this clear enough for you?"Russell
"Mr. Lucas, the ginger tea is ready," the servant's voice came through."Bring it in," Lucas commanded in a deep voice.The servant placed the ginger tea on the nightstand, bowed slightly, and left the room, closing the door behind them.Lucas held Aveline down. "Ave, drink the ginger tea. It'll make you feel better."Aveline continued to struggle. "No, no, get away from me. I want to go home."Lucas said, "Drink it, and I'll take you home."Aveline turned her head and flopped onto the soft bed. "I don't want to go home. I want to live in a big apartment, like one of those 300-square-meter ones!"Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "This is it. You can stay here from now on.""Who are you?" Aveline asked."Look at me and see who I am," Lucas said, grabbing her chin gently.Aveline stopped struggling and stared at him for a moment before saying, "Oh, you look familiar, like my scumbag ex-husband."Lucas's frown deepened. "We haven't divorced yet.""It's happening soon,
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 divorce?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.
"Let's go," Lucas said as he stood up, blocking her view.Aveline looked at him. "Huh?"Lucas looked down at her. "Aren't we going to the lawyer’s office?"Aveline lowered her eyes and didn't say anything. She got up and followed him out of the Tudor residence.As she glanced back at the expansive and luxurious villa, she couldn't help but say, "What a shame, I won't be able to come here anymore."She did like this place."You can still come," Lucas suddenly said.Aveline looked at him, meeting his dark, intense eyes. She smiled and replied, "No thanks. It would be awkward if I ran into you and Miss Winter getting cozy."Lucas's brow furrowed, and his demeanor grew colder.He stopped looking at her and got into the car.Aveline took the front passenger seat, but the driver didn't start the car.She blinked in confusion. "What's the hold-up? Let's go."The driver was sweating nervously. "Could you please sit in the back?"Aveline turned to look at Lucas. Sure enough, he looked even more
Aveline hung up the phone and turned to Lucas. "I need to go back to the office."Lucas's expression was cold. "No, we’ll file for divorce first."Aveline felt a pang in her chest but responded, "I can divorce you anytime, but I can't lose my job. You know I rely on this job to make a living."Lucas' dark eyes stared at her for a long moment before he finally said, "Go to the office."The driver immediately changed direction.As soon as they got out of the car, Aveline hurried towards the elevator. She got in just as it arrived and pressed the close button without waiting for Lucas. But just before the doors closed, a hand reached in, triggering the sensors to reopen the doors.Aveline sighed. Couldn't he have taken the other elevator?Lucas's tall figure entered, making the elevator feel even smaller. Aveline stood in the corner, opening the project files on her phone to review all the details and ensure she was prepared to discuss them with her manager.When the elevator doors opened
Aveline texted, “Selena, can you find out Brighton Enterprises' CEO's schedule?”Selena replied, “I'll try!”Aveline turned off her phone and waited quietly.In the CEO's office, Desmond explained the situation to Lucas and then asked, "Mr. Tudor, should we arrange a meeting with Brighton Enterprises?"Lucas replied, "No need."Desmond was taken aback. "But if this isn't handled well, Miss Young might lose her job."Since the incident happened under her watch, if she couldn't manage it and find the leaker, she would take the fall. Getting fired would be the least of her worries. If rumors spread that she leaked company secrets, she wouldn't be able to work in the industry anymore.Lucas looked at the documents on his desk, his expression calm and distant. "She can handle it."His tone was confident as if he knew her very well. And he did. With her personality, she wouldn't take the blame quietly.Desmond looked at him, feeling conflicted. They were about to divorce, yet Lucas still s
Jolie stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit cabin. The sharp, handsome features of the man before her were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. His lips, carrying his familiar scent, gently traced hers, as if torn between waking her and letting her sleep. Her breath hitched, a brief moment of confusion washing over her. Gavin noticed and, in response, pressed a firm kiss to her lips. "Did I wake you?" "You did that on purpose," Jolie replied, her voice soft and husky from sleep. "Mm." Gavin didn’t deny it, his tone unapologetic as he leaned down to kiss her again. Still groggy, Jolie found herself caught off guard, his lips capturing hers with a growing intensity. By the time she realized what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breath quickened, and she instinctively pushed against him. Gavin pulled back, only to trail kisses along her cheek and down her neck, his
The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm. It felt as though there was nothing he couldn’t handle. As long as he wanted to. Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright." When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn’t resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?" The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately—especially since there were others around to hear it. Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want." She turned he
Gavin looked at her, his gaze steady, and replied in a calm voice, "You’ve got the leverage to do it." Oh... Jolie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse momentarily thrown off rhythm. What was this feeling? It was as if someone was spoiling her, cherishing her unconditionally. Even though it was just a simple conversation, it carried a warmth she couldn’t ignore. For a moment, she realized that what she once thought was affection and care had been nothing but an illusion. A smile unconsciously curved on her lips as her eyes lit up. "Does this mean I can walk around Larbor City like I own the place?" Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Are you a crab?" Jolie burst into laughter, her mood instantly lifted by his quick-witted remark. Her earlier irritation dissipated, replaced by lightheartedness. Whether or not he meant it, the fact that he sided with her made her happy. "I’m full. Should we head out?" she asked, her appetite long gone after everything that had happened earlier.
The girl stared in disbelief, her hands clutching her face. "You hit me?" Jolie blinked innocently at her. "Weren’t you the one insisting I hit you earlier? I just gave you another slap to match your story. You should be used to it by now." "Jolie Quin!" Ian had reached his limit, his voice full of anger as he glared at her. "Apologize to her!" Jolie glanced at him, her expression calm but icy. "Get lost." She had thought he might be reasonable, but clearly, he was blinded by infatuation. She had no patience to deal with him any longer and turned to leave. Before she could take a step, Ian grabbed her arm roughly. "Jolie, you’re not leaving without apologizing! I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you, have I? We used to get along just fine, didn’t we?" "Let go," Jolie said, her brows knitting in disgust. She hated being touched, especially by someone she considered beneath her. Ian tightened his grip, his hand digging into her arm hard enough to cause pain. "Jolie, yo
Jolie was completely baffled, a string of question marks running through her mind. But when the girl suddenly dropped to her knees, it genuinely startled her.She quickly reached out to help her up. "Get up first. We can talk properly."Before Jolie could react, the girl grabbed her hand and slapped herself hard across the face with it.Smack!The crisp sound echoed in the quiet hallway, leaving Jolie frozen in shock."Why did you hit me?" The girl, who had just been crying like an innocent damsel in distress, now clutched her face and loudly accused her. "Ian and I are the real couple! You’re the one coming between us. How could you hit me?"Jolie blinked, completely dumbfounded, as the girl’s voice rang out.A few passersby paused, glancing over to witness the commotion.Meanwhile, Ian, who had been waiting and wondering why his girlfriend hadn’t returned, came looking for her. The scene he walked into—his girlfriend on the ground, crying and accusing Jolie—made him stride forward,
The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger. Jolie’s hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.What... was that? Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," Jolie replied, shaking her head and brushing it off. The man outside was Ian. Pretending not to know her was probably his way of avoiding unnecessary trouble—after all, they had already "broken up." The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadn’t seen Ian or his group. He turned back to her and asked, "Do you come here often?" "Yeah," Jolie nodded. "I come here a lot with friends." So, this was one of her favorite hidden gems. The fact that she was willing to share it with him felt significant somehow. Gavin caught himself lingering on that thought and was momentarily taken aback by his own reaction. He kept his expression neutral, not letting on what had crossed his mind. The food arrived qui
The reason it wasn’t the same was simple—her plan would fall apart if she got caught.Of course, that wasn’t something she could admit.Jolie simply said, "I just don’t want any unnecessary complications. Since you’ve already arranged the flight, let’s just leave directly."Gavin’s dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didn’t press the issue.It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any further, so he let it drop.When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked out together. A car was already waiting at the entrance. Gavin, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her.The car pulled away from Cooper Enterprises, and Gavin asked, "What do you want to eat?"Jolie, busy typing on her phone, replied, "I know a good restaurant."It was a cozy place she loved, one she often visited with her friends."Alright," Gavin replied, pulling out his phone to respond to some emails. With his work condensed into such a tight schedule, he seized every spare moment to handle it.Jolie p
Gavin suddenly recalled Wilfried's words, "That girl doesn’t even like you."Lowering his gaze slightly, Gavin pushed the thought aside without explanation, his expression remaining cool and indifferent as he watched her. After Jolie finished looking through the photos, she turned to him and asked, "Why do you have pictures of all these women?" "My father brought them over," Gavin replied. "Oh." Jolie nodded knowingly and didn’t press further. It was easy enough to figure out—the Cooper family obviously wanted him to consider an arranged marriage, so they sent over these photos for him to choose from. She could understand that. In fact, she even helped him look through them, just in case one of these women turned out to be a good match for him. After all, their relationship wasn’t meant to last forever. When he grew tired of her and she had her fun, they’d part ways, and everything would return to normal. As she neatly organized the photos and placed them back on the ta
It was Jolie’s first time visiting Cooper Enterprises, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about the place.No, to be precise, it was her first time stepping into any corporate office. The Quin family also had company, but she had never visited, nor had Daisy or Terence ever asked her to.The private elevator for the CEO was stunningly opulent, its polished surface gleaming like a mirror, perfectly reflecting their images. Jolie’s heart began to race with an inexplicable excitement.The assistant glanced at her and said with a warm smile, "Miss Quin, there’s no need to be nervous. Mr. Cooper will definitely be delighted to see you."Jolie nodded and replied, "I’m not nervous."The elevator moved swiftly, and as they neared the executive office, Jolie adjusted her cap and mask, pulling them snugly to hide her face as much as possible.Meanwhile, near the adjacent employee elevator, Rosalie was holding a stack of files, ready to head downstairs.She froze the moment she s