Divorced

Aveline jumped in fright! The string of unsettling events that night had nearly driven her to the edge–she was on the brink of a nervous breakdown.

She quickly fumbled with her keys, desperate to get inside. But just as she managed to open the door, a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder and shoved her into the apartment, the figure following closely behind.

“Ah!” Aveline screamed, struggling wildly. She grabbed a heavy ceramic cat figurine from the entryway table and swung it at her assailant.

The figurine was solid and heavy–definitely capable of doing some serious. damage.

“Aveline.” Lucas‘ deep voice cut through the chaos as he caught her wrist, his

brow furrowing as he looked at her pale, panicked face. “It’s me.”

Aveline’s hand froze mid–swing. Seeing Lucas‘ familiar, striking face, her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving.

“What is wrong with you?” she shouted. “Why did you suddenly barge in? Why didn’t you make a sound? Are you insane?” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

She pounded on his chest with her free hand, the fear from moments ago still coursing through her. She had genuinely thought someone else had followed her in–someone dangerous–and for a split second, she believed she was about to die.

Lucas let her hit him, calmly taking the ceramic cat from her hand and placing it back on the table. “If I had announced myself, would you have let me in?”

“Get out!” Aveline yelled, her voice shaky with lingering adrenaline.

Lucas‘ expression darkened, though he didn’t react to her anger. He had heard about what happened earlier that night, which was why he had come to check on her. It was clear she’d been badly shaken.

He released her wrist and asked, “Why are you so scared?”

Aveline turned away, unwilling to share the details of her ordeal with him.

She saw no reason to involve him in it.

As she turned, she caught sight of Selena standing not far away, arms. crossed, watching them with a smirk.

Selena raised an eyebrow, teasing, “For a second the e, I thought we had a break–in.”

Aveline moved toward Selena and hugged her tightly. “Selena, I was really scared.”

Selena immediately patted her back, shooting a sharp look at Lucas. “Mr. Tudor, does your fiancée know you’re sneaking around like this?”

By now, the rumors of Lucas‘ impending engagement to Judy were everywhere, fueling much speculation.

Lucas‘ gaze remained fixed on Aveline. It irked him to see her cold and distant with him one moment, only to seek comfort in someone else’s arms the next. Was his embrace not as comforting as another woman’s? She’d rather hold onto Selena than come to him.

His expression darkened, and without another word, he turned and left, slamming the door behind him.

Selena scoffed. “What’s his problem?”

Aveline continued holding onto her, trying to calm the lingering fear in her heart.

Selena asked, “What exactly happened?”

Aveline explained the events that had taken place earlier.

Selena frowned deeply, her concern evident. “That sounds terrifying. Are you hurt anywhere?”

She pulled Aveline’s arm to check her over, worry etched on her face.

Aveline shook her head. “No, I’m not hurt.”

She then shared the odd details that had been bothering her.

The two of them sat down on the sofa, and Selena listened carefully. After a

moment, she stroked her chin thoughtfully. “If you think those two guys who got into the elevator were suspicious, then isn’t it just as suspicious that Lucas showed up? What was he doing here?”

Aveline paused, then replied, “He’s… always been strange.”

Selena chuckled at that, but then said more seriously, “As much as I dislike

him, if those two men seemed off, there’s a good chance they were his people.”

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