Chapter 6

That girl was the same one in the private room that day, asking Lucas when he would divorce. 

She was intimately holding his arm.

Lucas had always been a clean freak.

When she first brought him home, even though he had lost his memory, some of his body’s instinctive habits remained. Once he became familiar with the environment, he started cleaning her house, making every corner spotless.

He never accepted gifts from others, nor did he eat from street vendors. The occasional aura he exuded was something ordinary people lacked.

But now, he allowed that girl to hold his arm so intimately.

Was he trying to tell her that even if they didn’t divorce, he would continue seeing that girl?

Aveline tightly clenched the hem of her clothes, her heart aching painfully, her eyes stinging with tears.

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How could he give the necklace she had chosen to another woman?

She took out her phone and called him. However, he hung up as soon as it started ringing. Undeterred, she kept calling until he finally answered.

“What do you want?”

His tone was incredibly cold.

Aveline tightly gripped her phone. The call connected, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask the questions burning inside her.

He had already done it all—what was the point of asking?

“I don’t feel well…”

Compulsively, she spoke in a muffled voice and hung up immediately after.

She held her phone, watching the time.

In the past, if he heard she wasn’t feeling well, he would have come back immediately. Unable to speak, he would ask her with frantic, messy sign language, his eyes full of concern for her.

Minute by minute, time passed.

One hour, two hours, and still, there wasn’t a sound at the door.

Aveline closed her eyes in pain.

He truly didn’t care about her anymore.

She curled up on the sofa, like a wounded animal licking its wounds, tightly hugging herself, hoping it would ease the pain in her heart.

Half-asleep, she felt someone lift her up.

Startled, she quickly opened her eyes and saw Lucas’s sharp, handsome face. Her tears fell suddenly.

“Lu, you’re back?”

Lucas carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Seeing her tears, he raised his hand to wipe them but stopped himself.

“Aveline, you tricked me into coming back but still refuse to divorce. What exactly do you want?”

He tugged at his tie in frustration, still wearing the same suit she had seen on TV.

Aveline felt a moment of disorientation. His tone was so cold, completely different from the gentle way he had just held her.

She suddenly got out of bed and walked up to him, reaching out to pinch his face.

Lucas’s handsome face was distorted by her hands. Annoyed, he grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”

Aveline sniffed. “I need to see if you’re really my Lu. My Lu wouldn’t treat me like this. He loves me. He wouldn’t have a change of heart!”

She almost shouted the last sentence!

She was truly heartbroken and aggrieved.

How could she accept that he suddenly didn’t love her anymore, as if he were a different person?

Lucas’s grip on her wrist tightened instinctively, resisting the memories of the past year.

After a long moment, he released her wrist, his tone still cold. “Aveline, have some dignity.”

Aveline staggered, her face suddenly pale!

His tone made it sound like she was a bitter, resentful woman.