Divorced

Aveline’s body immediately tensed, her gaze wary as she looked at Lucas.

His eyes were intense as he stared at her, his voice low. “Aveline, do you really not care anymore?”

She couldn’t help but find it absurd. “Lucas, what are you doing?”

He took her hand and placed it against his chest, his handsome face tinged with confusion. “Why do your words hurt me so much? Especially here–it’s like there’s this deep pain.”

Aveline’s fingers twitched as she pulled her hand away forcefully. Lucas, there’s no need to tell me this. I don’t care…”

“No,” Lucas interrupted, his voice firm. “You do care. You used to love me, you…”

“You said it yourself–I used to love you.” Aveline’s voice was steady, her gaze devoid of any warmth.

There was a time when just looking at his face would make her heart flutter, when she’d feel the urge to reach out and touch him, to kiss him. But somewhere along the way, those feelings had vanished. Now, all she felt was cold detachment.

The love was gone.

The care had disappeared.

And he no longer mattered.

Lucas finally understood–she truly didn’t love him anymore.

Could love really be something that could just fade away?

His lips pressed into a thin line, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he

swallowed. His eyes darkened, a storm of emotions swirling within, only to be quickly suppressed.

“Have I been too harsh? But Aveline, I don’t want to divorce you,” he admitted, his tone surprisingly calm,

The usual coldness and dominance were absent from his voice. Instead, he spoke with an almost friendly tone, revealing what was in his heart. He had never expressed these feelings before, but now he understood that if he didn’t, he might never get the chance.

Aveline’s lashes fluttered, and after a moment, she softly responded, ” Let’s divorce. There’s nothing left between us…

“I refuse.”

His voice turned colder as if the old, domineering Lucas had returned. ” Aveline, I won’t agree to a divorce. As long as I refuse, even if I die, we won’t be divorced.”

In his eyes, there was a glimpse of something dark and obsessive, bordering on madness.

Lucas kept his gaze fixed on her. “I know you brought Russell into this. If anything goes wrong, don’t hold me responsible.”

Aveline’s brow furrowed. “What are you implying?”

He held her hand, feeling her reluctance, and though it pained him deeply, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to her.

“No one can keep us apart. Anyone who tries–I won’t let them off.” His voice was steady, each word deliberate as he looked her in the eyes.

Aveline stared back at him, speechless for a moment. After a long pause, she finally spoke. “You’re determined to stay together? Even if I don’t love you?”

“Yes,” Lucas replied, unwavering. “Even if you don’t love me.”

Aveline closed her eyes briefly, a wave of resignation washing over her. So, there really was no escaping this?

It left her at a loss for words.

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Aveline quickly composed herself and turned to see Gernard stepping inside.

“Mr. Cooper?” Aveline was surprised. “What brings you here?”

Gernard smiled gently. “I finished work and thought I’d drop by to check on you. You don’t look too well–is something bothering you?”

His gaze shifted to Lucas, and the warmth in his smile faded slightly. Mr. Tudor, I’m surprised you have the time to be here.”

Lucas shot him a cold glance. “And what does my being here have to do with you?”