Divorced

Chapter 556

A cold, shadowed look darkened Lucas‘ eyes as he watched her pale face and heard her murmurs.

He scoffed.

Love?

What did it matter?

As long as she remained by his side, love was irrelevant.

At Maple Garden, Lucas carried Aveline upstairs, used her finger to unlock the door, and strode inside. He went straight to the bathroom and began running hot water in the tub.

Once it was ready, he gently placed her in the bath, and the tension in her furrowed brow eased slightly.

She was already running a fever.

First, he needed to warm her up and then give her medicine.

Lucas carefully bathed her, then wrapped her in a towel and carried her out. As he dressed her in clean pajamas, he couldn’t help but notice her delicate curves and smooth, ivory skin. His gaze darkened, and he found himself swallowing hard more than once.

When it was time to take the medicine, Aveline’s body instinctively resisted, her lips refusing to part.

Lucas lost patience.

He placed the pill in his own mouth, grasped her chin, and kissed her forcefully.

“Mmm…”

Aveline whimpered in her dazed state, but Lucas pressed on, prying her lips apart and pushing the pill into

her mouth.

He quickly followed it up by taking a sip of water and continued to feed it to her.

The bitterness spread through her mouth, and Aveline tried to spit out the pill. But before she could, another mouthful of water came in, causing her to swallow instinctively.

The medicine went down smoothly.

Repeating this process several times, he made sure she took all the pills.

Lucas, unable to resist any longer, pressed his lips to hers, this time in a real kiss. His tongue explored every corner of her mouth, leaving nothing untouched.

Aveline started to struggle as breathing became difficult, resisting him weakly.

Reluctantly, Lucas ended the almost out–of–control kiss, his gaze burning as he looked at her

unconscious form.

“Aveline, since you’re sick, I’ll let you off this time.”

After speaking, Lucas got up and went to the bathroom.

When he returned, Aveline had curled up into a tight ball, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Cold… so cold…” she murmured.

Lucas lifted the blanket and got into bed, pulling her into his arms. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

His body radiated warmth, and Aveline instinctively pressed closer to him, her shivering gradually subsiding.

Throughout the night, Lucas checked her temperature several times. When he finally saw her fever break, he massaged his temples, exhaustion etched into his features.

At last, Aveline slept peacefully.

The next morning.

The sunlight streamed in as Aveline opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the man’s defined Adam’s apple. She was clinging to him like an octopus.

She froze, her expression turning sour in an instant.

Roughly, she pulled herself away and threw off the covers, getting out of bed.

Lucas woke up from her abrupt movements. Noticing her displeased expression, he said coldly, “I took care of you all night, and now that you’re better, you’re giving me attitude?”

Aveline replied icily, “You should be grateful there isn’t a knife within reach, or you’d be dealing with a lot more than just attitude.”

“Heh!”

Lucas let out a cold laugh, not taking her words seriously.

Aveline went straight to wash up, and when she emerged, Lucas was still lying in bed. His face looked weary, and his expression was fatigued.

“Get out,” Aveline said coldly.

Lucas lifted his eyelids and glanced at her. “Say that again.”

“Get out,” she repeated, unyielding.

Lucas threw off the covers and got out of bed, striding directly toward her.