Divorced

Chapter 553

“Is that so? Was I mistaken?” Aveline thought before replying, “Alright, I understand. Get some rest; I won’t be going out today.”

“Okay, Miss Young.”

After a quick wash, Aveline lay down on her bed. Her mind was still a mess, but her body was exhausted, and she quickly fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was already afternoon.

She picked up her phone and saw numerous messages from Selena, all detailing her escape plan.

Aveline replied briefly, then got up to wash her face before heading to the kitchen to cook.

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Aveline paused, her expression turning cold. Who would come at this hour?

She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. Upon seeing who it was, her face became even more indifferent.

She ignored it and continued cooking.

After waiting for a while, Lucas realized Aveline wasn’t going to answer the door.

Undeterred, he kept knocking, showing remarkable patience.

It was only after about half an hour that the door finally opened.

Aveline stood there, her expression cold, holding a kitchen knife in her hand. “What do you want?”

Lucas glanced at the knife in her hand before looking back at her face, clearly unimpressed by supposed threat.

“Can’t I visit without a reason?”

“No.”

Aveline’s response was blunt.

With that, she moved to close the door. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

But Lucas suddenly blocked it with his hand and stepped forward, trying to enter.

Seeing this, Aveline immediately raised the kitchen knife toward him. “Stay out!”

“Heh.”

Lucas chuckled softly, ignoring the knife as he continued to walk forward.

“Go ahead, Aveline. I bet you don’t have the guts to cut me.”

Aveline’s heart sank, but she immediately raised the kitchen knife and swung it toward his shoulder!

Lucas didn’t flinch, simply watching her calmly.

The knife halted just before it reached his shoulder, her hand trembling slightly.

“You maniac!” she exclaimed.

He really didn’t dodge! Was he not afraid of getting hurt?

Lucas gently took hold of her hand, removing the knife and placing it on the nearby counter. His deep voice was steady as he said, “Aveline, I just came to tell you to stay away from Russell. He’s not as simple as he appears to be.”

Aveline pulled her hand back, finding his concern amusing. “Mr. Tudor, we’re divorced. Who I choose to be close to or distance myself from is none of your business, right?”

A frown creased Lucas‘ brow–he didn’t like her treating him with such detachment.

“Russell might be an illegitimate son, but he’s fought his way to the top with ruthless cunning. Do you really think he’s someone to underestimate?” Lucas asked, his tone grave.

Aveline’s expression remained cold. “Whether he’s simple or not doesn’t matter to me. What matters is

that he treats me well!”

She grabbed the doorknob. “Mr. Tudor, I don’t think our relationship is close enough for this kind of conversation. Please don’t come looking for me again, or I’ll call the police and report you for harassment.

With that, she forcefully pushed the door shut.

“Harassment?” Lucas used a bit of strength to stop her from closing the door, a low chuckle escaping him as if he’d just heard a joke.

A sense of unease crept into Aveline’s mind as she eyed him warily.

Lucas stepped inside, closing the door behind him with one hand.

“Aveline, you’ve already accused me of harassment. If I don’t take action after that, wouldn’t that be a bit

unfair to me?”