Divorced

Chapter 557

Aveline stood still, not moving an inch.

Lucas let out a cold laugh, pulling her back onto the bed, his heavy body pinning her down, his hot breath washing over her.

But Aveline remained unresponsive.

Just as his breath was only inches from her cheek, Lucas suddenly stopped, staring into her overly cold eyes. An inexplicable sense of defeat washed over him.

The air between them grew thick and tense.

Noticing his hesitation, Aveline shoved him aside and got out of bed. “Lucas, maybe all you’re interested in is my body. But what if my body won’t react to you anymore? What if nothing you do can stir me anymore?”

She walked to the door, glancing back at him. “How defeated would you feel if that happened?”

With a mocking smile, she left the bedroom.

Lucas leaned against the headboard, his face dark and stormy, his mood plummeting.

What did she mean? Her body wouldn’t react to him?

Ridiculous!

He knew exactly how sensitive she was–he had a thousand ways to make her respond!

But as he thought back to the recent scene, the more he reflected on it, the more his expression darkened. Her eyes were filled with nothing but indifference, her body completely unresponsive.

In the past, she would have struggled fiercely, blushing with a mix of shame and anger… Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

When Lucas finally left the bedroom, Aveline had already finished breakfast and was sitting on the couch in the living room.

“Lucas, we need to talk,” Aveline said calmly.

Lucas let out another cold laugh. “Talk about what?”

Aveline asked, “How long do you plan to keep playing this game?”

Hearing this, Lucas raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her words.

Aveline continued, “I’ve been thinking. My constant running and hiding only seem to intrigue you more, and it even puts those around me in danger. So, how about this? Name your terms. I’ll do my best to meet them, and we’ll coexist peacefully until it’s no longer possible.”

Lucas walked over, leaning down, one hand resting on the couch, the other gripping her chin. As he stared into her cold, indifferent eyes, a hint of amusement flickered in his gaze.

“So, are you giving in to me now?”

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Aveline remained silent, simply looking at him calmly.

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Lucas smiled–a smile she knew all too well, that familiar, wicked grin. “What if my condition is for you to stay by my side for the rest of your life?”

Aveline’s delicate brows furrowed. “Did you hear what I just said? After everything you’ve done to me, I’m filled with fear at the thought of being with you. I might not be able to satisfy you anymore.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied indifferently. “As long as you’re still a woman, you’re of use to me. I’ll keep you around.”

Aveline thought she had reached a place of calm, but his words reignited a spark of anger in her eyes.

Noticing the shift in her emotions, Lucas smirked with satisfaction. His thumb brushed across her lips.” That’s better. Instead of being a lifeless shell, you might as well be a person with real emotions. If you’re angry, let it out; if you’re sad, cry. The end result is the same, so why suppress yourself?”

Aveline’s eyelashes trembled violently. “So, no matter what, you’re not planning to let me go, are you?”

“What are you talking about?” Lucas leaned down, planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Once I’m dead, I won’t be able to keep you trapped anymore. Aveline, maybe you should consider killing me.

A hint of madness gleamed in his eyes.