Chapter 72

His shirt hung loosely in front, fluttering gently as he moved, revealing his well-defined muscles. From Aveline's angle, she had a perfect view of his chiseled abs.

Her heartbeat seemed to quicken.

Lucas had already reached her and leaned down slightly, his handsome and sharp face holding a hint of a smile. "Not looking?"

Aveline's face turned a deep shade of red. Then, as if a thought had struck her, the embarrassment and hesitation disappeared.

"So what if I look? We haven't divorced yet. You're my husband. I can look, and I can touch too!"

She reached out to touch his abs.

Hmm... they felt really good!

Lucas froze for a moment, her cool but soft hand on his muscles making them instinctively tense up.

A gleam of triumph appeared in Aveline's eyes. "Alright, it's late. Let's sleep."

She started to pull her hand back, but Lucas grabbed her wrist, leaning over and pressing her onto the sofa.

Aveline was stunned. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"You touched me," Lucas said.

"So what if I di