All Chapters of Post-Divorce Seduction: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Lucas spoke slowly as if speaking was difficult for him. He seemed to be telling her his last will. "Lucas, stop talking…" Chelsey sobbed. "Stop. Please, just stop…"She couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She reached a hand up to cover Lucas' mouth, tears streaming down her face. Lucas grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, channeling his love for her into the kisses he planted on her palm. He didn't want to hand her over to another man. He hoped she would remember him in the event of his death. When he was drinking tonight, he overheard Xavier and Fred's conversation. Xavier said that he wanted to pursue Chelsey. So, if Xavier and Chelsey ended up together, Fred would become his uncle-in-law. Fred was too intoxicated to take those words to heart, but Lucas heard everything. Lucas thought that Xavier seemed like a more dependable person than Timothy. Timothy has yet to marry Chelsey even though it's been a long time since she'd given. Lucas felt that he was an assh

This time, the situation was different, for it was life or death. Chelsey just hoped that he'd come back in one piece. "Uncle Fred, please hand this agreement over to Lucas. I won't sign it. I don't want his shares," said Chelsey before thanking him. Then, she stood up and headed upstairs immediately, scared that Fred would see her tears if she stayed a second longer. Chelsey thought she was strong enough to bear it, but the tears threatened to fall. She felt her heart racing as she placed a hand on her chest. It was palpitating like crazy for Lucas. When she returned to her room, she lifted Cole into the air. His chubby face lit up her day a little, and she wiped away her tears. Forcing herself to smile, she said, "Collie, are you missing daddy? Daddy will surely come back to pick us up. We'll wait for him together." Cole seemed to understand what she was saying because he started giggling. The longer Chelsey stared at him, the cuter she thought he was, and the more sh

Lucas didn't approach Bianca. He simply told her, "Remove all the throwing knives hidden in your sleeves."Bianca's expression shifted. She'd been waiting for him to get close enough to her so she could attack him with her throwing knives. She thought it was a shame that he knew about the knives. Her plan was now thwarted.Through gritted teeth, she tossed the throwing knives away. They were specially forged to make them light and thin. That way, only she would be aware of the concealed weapons tucked within her sleeves. However, Lucas knew about them.This was the first time Bianca felt she was being played for a fool. She'd never expected Lucas to be as vigilant as in the rumors she'd heard. She even thought that taking his life would be a piece of cake. Unfortunately for her, she never got the chance to kill him despite staying by his side for so long. Now, she was going to be killed by him instead. Bianca didn't even know when he started preparing this room to captur

"Where is Lucas?" Chelsey asked, her anxiety seeping through her voice. She didn't care if she woke Mark up from his slumber. Mark scratched his head, puzzled. "Mr. Yates should be at home. I was on leave since yesterday." "Mark, I need you to do something for me," Chelsey told him. "Go to Lucas' house. Give me a call when you see him there. Please, go and find him. Now."Chelsey wasn't sure if it was because she kept thinking about Lucas during the day that brought about her dream of him that night.The dream seemed so real that it made her panic. She'd never had this kind of feeling before. "Okay, I'll head over to his place right away," Mark immediately agreed to her request. "I'll call you when I arrive." "Thank you so much!""No problem! Talk to you later." "Bye!" Chelsey couldn't sleep even after hanging up. She knew Mark wouldn't call her back anytime soon, yet she couldn't bring herself to put down her phone. She walked to the window and noticed that it

An hour later, Lucas was pushed out of the operating theater. The surgery lasted for seven hours. Lucas lay on the bed in a ward with tubes inserted into both his mouth and nose. Chelsey's heart broke for him. "Lucas, open your eyes and look at me, will you?" she sobbed. "Wake up. Get well soon… Get up and look at me." She gripped his hand tightly as she called out his name repeatedly. Everything else was insignificant in the face of death. She couldn't bother with anything else as long as Lucas was healthy and alive. She didn't mind if he lost a limb, his vision, or his mind now. She was willing to assume the role of a caretaker to attend to him, even if it meant for the rest of her life.Chelsey kept watch by the bed. Her eyes were trained on Lucas the entire time. In addition to the wound on his chest, many other physical injuries were also visible to Chelsey. His body was almost entirely covered with bandages. She took out a Q-tip, immersed its tip in water, and