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
Aveline moved to the side, picking up a baseball bat from the corner, her eyes fixed intently on the door.The person made another attempt to enter the passcode, and again got it wrong!Her expression darkened further. It seemed she would need to install a security camera at the entrance to see what was happening outside.After one more failed attempt, there was finally silence.Aveline pulled out her phone and sent a message to Baron.“There seems to be someone at my door. Can you discreetly come up and check?”Baron replied, “On my way, Mrs. Tudor!”With Baron's reply, she waited quietly.About ten minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door."It's me."Lucas' deep, magnetic voice came from the other side.Aveline froze for a moment before walking over to open the door.Lucas stood there in silk pajamas, his short hair slightly tousled. His face was handsome, and his eyes were dark."Why are you here?" she asked, surprised. She had called for Baron, not him.Lucas asked, "Are
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