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Lucas walked in, removing his suit jacket and loosening his tie as he approached her. Aveline caught a glimpse of him coming closer and
looked at him with confusion, but in the next moment, he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her forcefully.
His breath reeked of alcohol.
"Mmph!"
Aveline was stunned and instinctively began to struggle. But Lucas held her tightly, and she couldn't break free. In her struggle, she felt his erection which made her blush even more.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.
Lucas pushed her down onto the sofa, using his leg to pin her down as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of the buckle snapping open was clear and loud, giving Aveline a moment to gasp for air. "Lucas, you can't do this!"
Lucas kissed her ear and cheek, murmuring, "Why not?"
Aveline tried to push him away, but his body was as heavy as a
mountain, and she couldn't budge him.
"Lucas, no! We're getting a divorce."
Aveline's breath was ragged as she tried to stay clear-headed.
"But have we divorced yet?"
Lucas hated hearing her talk like this.
He had drunk a bit tonight, and with her soft body in his arms, his desire was intense, and his gaze was fiery.
Aveline's lips were swollen from his kisses, and her clear eyes showed her anger. "We will get divorced!"
"So, we haven't gotten a divorce yet. Aveline, have you forgotten what you once said?"
He continued kissing her, lowering his head to bite open the buttons of her shirt, the contact of his breath making her feel like she was melting. "We're married. If I want you, you have to give yourself to me."
Aveline's body trembled violently.
She had indeed said those words before.
At that time, she didn't believe Lucas would fall out of love with her or love another woman.
But reality had slapped her in the face time and time again.
Was it too late to regret now?
Lucas held her tightly, his eyes glinting as he saw the redness at the corners of her eyes. He suddenly let out a low laugh. "Aveline, your body is much more honest than your mouth." With those words, his fingers traced down to her waist.
Aveline's body had already softened under his touch. He knew every inch of her, just as she knew every inch of him.
The room grew hotter as Lucas asserted his dominance, feeling her resistance. He grew impatient, biting her earlobe softly as he whispered, "You wanted this. Don't cry and plead with me later."
"Lucas!"
Aveline gasped, but it was too late.
Everything spun around her until she felt like she was falling apart, eventually passing out.
When Lucas emerged from the bathroom, his eyes still held a satisfied glint. He looked at Aveline lying on the bed, her smooth, beautiful back covered in marks of their passion. His eyes grew colder. He recalled her words at the hospital.
Ha!
He had protected her, saved her, and yet she thought he had schemed against her!
This ungrateful woman!
Lucas threw aside the towel he was using to dry his hair and yanked the blanket off her.
"No..."
Aveline murmured, but her voice was soft and gentle, not sounding like a refusal but more like a coquettish plea, making his blood boil.
When Aveline opened her eyes, it was already noon.
She tried to move her fingers but felt weak and powerless.
She closed her eyes again.
How did things end up like this again?