Divorced

Chapter 192 

He stood there, watching her intently as if he wouldn’t stop until she followed his instructions. Aveline briefly closed her eyes, amused that despite her disheveled state, he didn’t seem bothered. 

Clearly, he wasn’t picky. 

It wasn’t the first time she had undressed herself in front of him, so Aveline didn’t fuss. Her expression quickly returned to calm as she began unbuttoning her shirt. Beneath it, a white tank top with thin straps hung delicately on her elegant, pale shoulders, accentuating her frail beauty. 

Aveline set her shirt aside and looked up at Lucas. He averted his gaze from her, took the first aid kit, and sat beside her. Seizing her arm, he began tending to the scrapes. Aveline paused, surprised he was actually treating her wounds. 

He was so close now, the light casting his sharp, handsome features in deep relief. His long eyelashes and high nose bridge, combined with his slightly lowered eyes, gave him a distinguished air. He frowned at the injuries on her arm, his movements gentle and careful. 

His lips thinned to a tight line, radiating a palpable gloom. Once, such intensity from him would have set Aveline’s heart racing. Now, the memory of his cold words swiftly smothered any spark of emotion she might have felt. 

She cast her eyes down, stopping her wandering thoughts. It was better this way. Gradually, she liked, him less and less. 

After he was done treating one arm, he moved to the other, and once he was done, Lucas stepped out. 

When he returned, he held an ice pack, which he pressed against her face. The coldness seeped through her skin, making Aveline shiver slightly, instinctively wanting to pull away. 

“Don’t move,” came his deep, magnetic voice. 

Aveline didn’t dare move anymore. He stood by her side, his crisp, cool scent wafting over her, making her eyelashes tremble. She reached out to take the ice pack from him. 

my own,” Aveline said. 

“I can manage on my own,” 

Lucas did not insist. He handed her the ice pack and turned to enter the bathroom with a change of clothes. The sound of rushing water soon filled the room. 

Aveline felt a moment of daze. 

A sudden phone ring shattered her thoughts. Aveline’s eyes darted to the source–Lucas‘ phone, its screen aglow with Sophia’s name 

Her momentary daze vanished instantly, and her heart turned colder than the ice pack pressed against her face. 

After applying the ice pack for a while, the burning pain eased. She placed the ice pack on the table, slipped her shirt on, and was about to leave. 

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Just then, the bathroom door opened. Lucas, dressed in a silver–gray nightgown, stepped out. Seeing her about to leave, he said coldly, “Stay here tonight.” 

Aveline replied, “No, 1-” 

“I’m not asking you,” he interjected. 

His voice was cold and magnetic, laced with an uncompromising firmness, NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Aveline stiffened, aware she couldn’t contend with Lucas. To avoid further hardship, she did not insist on leaving. 

“I’ll go to another room then.” 

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Her every movement radiated resistance, showing her reluctance to stay in the same room with him. Lucas‘ expression darkened as he watched her walk away, this time without stopping her. Aveline went to the guest room, closed the door behind her, and exhaled deeply before heading straight for the bathroom. She was in utter disarray, her body still smeared with dirt. 

Aveline stepped into the shower, letting water cascade over her. As she closed her eyes, silent tears mingled with the falling streams, indistinguishable as they flowed down her face. 

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