Selena looked at her and asked, "So when are you planning to go to Larbor City?"Aveline replied, "I’ll wait until the divorce with Lucas is finalized."“What?” Selena was shocked again. “Did I hear that right? He actually agreed to a divorce?”“Yes, he did.” Aveline nodded. “To be honest, I’m surprised too. But when I thought about it, I realized that every time we’ve talked about divorce, he’s agreed and showed up. It was me who kept backing out.”Selena looked incredulous. “After all the back-and-forth, he’s finally giving in? What’s he up to?”“I don’t know.” Aveline shook her head, then yawned. "I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed. You should get some rest too."Selena nodded. “Alright, you get some sleep. I’ll head out.”She grabbed her bag and was about to leave, but at the door, she paused. “Oh, by the way, Aveline, Russ’ wedding is in three days. Are you really not going?”Aveline stopped for a moment and replied, "No, I'm not going."Russell didn’t want her there, and she was ind
Lucas turned and stumbled back toward his bedroom, collapsing face-first onto the bed, completely drained of energy.Aveline glanced around before starting to search for the first aid kit. After a few minutes, she finally found it beside the TV cabinet. She pulled out a thermometer and walked back into the bedroom."Let's check your temperature first."She approached the bed and aimed the digital thermometer at Lucas’ forehead. The reading quickly appeared on the small screen—39 degrees Celsius.Definitely a high fever.Aveline found some fever-reducing medication, filled a glass with water, and returned to the bedroom."Lucas, take the medicine."The man lying on the bed didn’t respond.She placed the water and pills on the side table and gently pushed his shoulder. Still no reaction."Lucas?"Aveline reached out to touch his face. The moment her fingers brushed his skin, she felt a wave of intense heat radiating from him. Before she could react, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and sh
Lucas carried her into the bathroom, a hint of amusement playing in his eyes as he washed her. "See? My service is quite thorough. Are you comfortable?"After the intense passion they had just shared, Aveline’s body felt weak and limp, but her tone was icy. “Very comfortable. How much do I owe you?”Lucas paused mid-wash, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes. "What did you just say?"Aveline continued as if she hadn’t noticed, "Based on market rates, your skills and service were decent. How about a thousand bucks?"Lucas laughed in disbelief. This woman—she was treating him like some hired plaything!He squeezed her gently, teasingly. “Seems you’re satisfied with my service. How about we continue?”Aveline met his gaze coolly.Lucas didn't hold back, bending down to capture her lips in a deep kiss, only letting go when he felt her breath become uneven.Aveline reached up to push him away, but he simply resumed washing her.Resigned, she leaned against his shoulder and said, “Your fe
Aveline glanced at him, her heart unable to find peace. He was being surprisingly agreeable...Lucas sensed her gaze, a faint smile curving on his thin lips. "Regretting it? Shall we leave now?"Aveline quickly withdrew her gaze. She really couldn't show him even a hint of kindness; he'd take a mile if given an inch.With no dispute over the assets, the procedures were much simpler. However, they couldn't get the divorce certificate today; there was a mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period.Aveline frowned. If these thirty days passed peacefully, that would be fine, but if something were to happen..."Can't we just get it done right away?" she asked.The lawyer replied, "We have to follow the regulations."Fine.They left the lawyer’s office.Sunlight fell upon them. It was a cold winter, but the warm rays managed to disperse some of the chill.Lucas noticed the hint of regret on her face, and his eyes darkened slightly. "Regretting something? I’ll be back in thirty days, you know
She glared at her phone, gritting her teeth, cursing, “Damn capitalist!”…Aveline sent the initial draft to Patrick. Less than an hour later, she received a response—it wasn’t the feel he wanted.Her brows furrowed, and she spent a long time emailing back and forth with Patrick, but they still couldn't reach an agreement. Frustrated, she decided to meet him in person.Patrick readily agreed, and they arranged to meet at a newly opened restaurant in Cloudflare City.By evening, Aveline arrived at the restaurant's entrance, only to be stopped by the doorman."Sorry, ma'am, no entry without a reservation," he said, a polite smile on his face, but his eyes held a hint of disdain.Aveline was dressed simply—a knit sweater, jeans, and a versatile overcoat. Her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and she wore no makeup except for a touch of lip gloss, the only color on her.With Christmas approaching, the weather was getting colder, and Aveline could feel the biting chill of the win
Patrick chuckled warmly. "No need to rush. Let’s eat first, and we can discuss as we go."Aveline kept her expression calm. "You mentioned earlier that my initial draft wasn’t what you were looking for. Could you tell me what specifically you found unsatisfactory?"The smile on Patrick's face faded slightly. "Miss Young, I’m not the type who likes to discuss business over a meal."Aveline paused for a moment, then replied, "Alright, understood."Seeing her tactfully drop the subject, Patrick’s demeanor softened a bit."Are you from Cloudflare City, Miss Young? Being an architectural designer must be quite demanding, isn't it? You know, someone as beautiful as you could easily find a more relaxed and comfortable job. There's no need to work so hard," he began chatting, though his choice of topic felt a bit inappropriate.Aveline responded mildly, "I’m genuinely interested in architectural design, so I've stuck with it."Patrick nodded. "That's impressive, making a career out of somethin
Aveline paused for a moment, then closed the box and said to Baron, "I like it very much."Baron nodded. "Good, I’ll let Mr. Tudor know. Enjoy your meal, Mrs. Tudor."With that, he turned and left, though his gaze lingered on Patrick for a moment—a look filled with cold warning that sent a chill down Patrick’s spine.The door closed again.Aveline remained calm as she looked up at Patrick, who no longer seemed as relaxed as before."Ahem… So, you’re Mrs. Tudor. I’m sorry, I didn't realize." Patrick coughed awkwardly, trying to recover.Aveline replied evenly, "No need to apologize, Mr. Gunner. Right now, I’m just your designer. Feel free to share any requests you have."Requests? He wouldn't dare make any now!But still...Patrick's eyes flickered nervously. "Oh, about the draft you mentioned earlier? On second thought, I think your design is exactly what I wanted. No issues at all. Just follow your original inspiration and show me the final version when it’s ready."Aveline raised an
Lucas didn't take the box. His eyes remained fixed on her as he said, "Even if you don’t like it now, keep it. One day, when you do like it, you can wear it."Aveline fell silent for a moment before replying, "Can't you tell? I don't want it."Lucas simply replied, "But I’ve already given it to you. Whether you want it or not, it’s yours. If you really don’t want it, go ahead and toss it. Maybe some beggar will find it and become rich overnight."Aveline’s fingers tightened around the box slightly. She knew the pink diamond inside was worth a fortune, likely not less than two million dollars. Throwing away something so valuable was out of the question.Seeing her hesitation, Lucas added, "Just keep it. You’ll come to like it someday."What nonsense... She didn’t like it now; why would she like it in the future? Still, she didn’t throw it away but placed it on her lap instead.Lucas glanced at her pale wrist and paused before saying, "If you wore it, it would look beautiful."Avelin