Divorced

Chapter 307

Aveline dragged Sophia to the bedroom door. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Inside, a bedside lamp cast a dim, yellow light.

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Lucas, wearing a bathrobe, leaned against the headboard, the robe’s collar open. He had a cigarette between his lips, and smoke swirled lazily around him.

“Continue what you were doing,” Aveline said, pushing Sophia inside, her expression cold

watched them.

she

Her hands and feet were freezing.

Ha…

He couldn’t even control his lust even when they were at the Tudor family mansion?”

He had claimed he wouldn’t marry Sophia.

But now, here he was trying to sleep with her, right in front of Aveline.

She had even considered whether to divorce…

Did it matter? It didn’t matter anymore!

Lucas had never truly been her Lu; he had always intended to be responsible for Sophia.

Now, he and Sophia were finally together.

She should be clapping and celebrating her newfound freedom!

But why? Why did it hurt so much? She had decided not to love him, so why was it still so painful?

Aveline had a talent for appearing calm when she was most distressed.

“You’ve ruined my mood. How am I supposed to continue?” Lucas took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes hidden in the smoke, exuding a chilling aura as he looked at her.

So, it really was her doing.

She’d use any means to get a divorce.

Aveline had held onto a shred of hope that he might deny it.

But he didn’t.

It felt like a slap in the face, leaving a burning pain.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Since it already come to this. Lucas, let’s get divorced. You can marry Miss Winter. Don’t let Miss Winter bear the stigma of being a mistress. She doesn’t deserve such injustice.”

Suddenly, Lucas stood up, his tall figure looming as he approached her. He grabbed her by the neck. and pinned her against the wall!

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Seeing this, Sophia felt a mix of fear and humiliation from the earlier scene. Her eyes flickered, and she said to Aveline, “M/s.

two years ago, Lucas and I were supposed to get married. I’m not a

mistress.

Aveline struggled to breathe, and upon hearing Sophia’s words, she forced a mocking smile. “Right, you’re not the mistress. I am. So, can we divorce now?”

Lucas‘ dark eyes fixed on Aveline, but his words were directed at Sophia. “Leave us.”

Sophia bit her lip and left the room. As she exited, a look of bitterness crossed her face.

At that moment, Yvonne approached. “Sophia, what happened?”

Seeing her, Sophia immediately walked towards her.

“Do you really think that seeing this will guarantee you a divorce?” Lucas‘ lips curled into a cold smile as he looked at Aveline.

Aveline frowned. “What do you mean?”

He had already slept with Sophia, yet he still refused to divorce?

Lucas‘ other hand grabbed her clothes, and with a swift motion, he tore them apart. “You interrupted us and left me unsatisfied. Now, you can make up for it.”

With that, he moved in to kiss her.

Slap!

Aveline’s eyes widened, and she swung her hand, landing a slap on his face. “Lucas, don’t go too far!”

He had already slept with Sophia, yet he was still harassing her! How disgusting!

Lucas‘ head turned from the force of the slap.

His tongue pressed against his cheek, and a dark, menacing look spread across his face.

Grabbing her by the neck, he dragged her to the bed.

Aveline’s eyes widened in panic. “Don’t touch me don’t want this!”

Lucas pinned her down forcefully. “Do you think you have a say in this?”

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