Divorced

Chapter 523

Aveline paused, wondering if he had forgotten about what happened before. “Let’s meet and talk,” she said.

Lucas, feeling the stinging pain on his body, replied with the same cold tone, “Fine.”

He hung up and sent her a message, instructing her to come to the Tudor residence.

Aveline saw the message and frowned. The events of that night had left her with a strong aversion to the Tudor residence, but at this point, she had no choice.

Lucas’s tone seemed cold and impatient, which made her feel even more frustrated. How could he be the one lacking patience? It was his idea to pretend.

Aveline gathered her composure and set off for the Tudor residence.

The butler greeted her with a smile. “Mrs. Tudor, would you like something to drink?”

“Just water,” Aveline replied.

The butler nodded and instructed someone to bring it.

Aveline waited patiently.

About half an hour later, Lucas‘ tall figure appeared in the room. Aveline looked at him and stood up. “I’m here to talk about what happened last time.”

Lucas‘ eyes darkened as he stared at Aveline. A sly smile curved on his lips. “What? Want to go for another round? You wish to get torn apart again?” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Aveline’s face instantly turned cold.

“Lucas, can you not be so vile?” she snapped.

But before she could react, Lucas suddenly grabbed her chin and leaned in to kiss her.

“Smack!”

A sharp slap resounded through the room in the next second

Lucas felt the sting on his cheek, his tongue pressing against the inside of his mouth. He let out a low laugh.

“You slapped me. If I don’t do something about it, wouldn’t that slap be for nothing?” he said.

With a sudden move, he pushed Aveline onto the sofa, his tall frame pressing down on her as he captured her lips in a kiss.

Aveline hadn’t expected him to act so wildly. Her entire body resisted, struggling fiercely. “Lucas, you bastard!”

Her pent–up emotions burst forth like a flood, and she hit him hard, venting all the anger she’d been suppressing for days.

Lucas didn’t stop her. He let her hit him until she was exhausted, her blows losing strength. Only then did

he coldly smirk. “You know I’m a bastard, so why did you come looking for me? Hmm?”

His hand caressed her face gently. Their proximity created a strange, charged atmosphere.

Aveline, now tired, breathed unevenly, her eyes slightly reddened as she looked at his handsome face.” Lucas, weren’t we supposed to be pretending? What, have you changed your mind?”

Lucas replied coolly, “Yes, I have.”

“You!” Aveline was shocked by his response.

She glared at him angrily. “How can you change your mind like that?”

Lucas chuckled. “Why can’t I? I’m not the one being threatened or hurt.”

Aveline was at a loss for words, her anger growing but with no outlet.

She felt utterly miserable.

She shoved him away and stood up.

“If you’re not interested anymore, then let’s just forget about it,” she said, heading towards the door.

Lucas remained seated on the sofa, cold sweat dotting his forehead, his gaze fixed on her retreating back.