After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas)

His expression was serious, but the words that came out were surprisingly meek.

Aveline blinked, staring at his face, suddenly realizing something seemed off... but what?

Slowly, she withdrew her hand and cautiously asked, "What exactly are you talking about?"

Lucas froze for a moment, then it hit him too.

"What do you think I'm talking about?" His gaze lingered on her face, finally settling on her reddening ears.

As the blush spread, the corners of his lips curved into a teasing smile. "So, you wanted it too?"

"Shut up!" Aveline immediately slapped her hand over his mouth. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever say I wanted anything?" Lucas didn't move away. Her soft hand covered his lips, his warm breath lightly brushing against her fingers-gentle yet undeniably stirring. Aveline recoiled as if shocked, quickly pulling her hand back and diving under the covers, turning her back to him. "Go to sleep, I'm tired."

"Mm, let's sleep," Lucas replied, though his eyes darkened with intensity.

When the lights went out, the room fell into silence and darkness.

Just like on many nights before, Lucas wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the warmth of her body against his.

But Aveline's body was tense.

She couldn't deny it. Ever since she got pregnant, the cravings had become much stronger-more intense.

But she couldn't bring herself to admit it.

In the darkness, she bit her lip, trying to relax, to drift off to sleep. But the harder she tried, the more restless she became.

And then, out of nowhere, the hand that had been resting innocently on her belly began to roam, sliding under her shirt to caress her smooth skin, slowly moving upward.

"What are you doing?" Aveline immediately grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

By pure chance, Aveline's hand landed right on his chest.

Lucas smirked. "So eager?"

Embarrassed and frustrated, Aveline quickly retorted, "I am not! Take your hand away..."Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

But instead of pulling away, Lucas leaned in, kissing her earlobe, his warm breath teasing her sensitive skin.

"One thing know for sure," he whispered, his voice deep and husky, tinged with a hint of

seduction, "After the first trimester, it's perfectly fine to indulge in a little... exercise."

In the darkness, his words were low and magnetic, sending a shiver down Aveline's spine. Her breathing quickened, and she bit her lip before finally whispering, "Just... be gentle." en

"Of course," Lucas murmured.

His kisses trailed down her body, stoking the fire within her. As they surrendered to the moment, he pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth, repeatedly whispering, "I love you."

Completely lost in the heat of the moment, Aveline let herself fall, giving in to the overwhelming sensations.

And then, as they lay entwined, Lucas whispered softly against her ear, "Ave, let's get remarried. What do you think?"

"Mmm..." Aveline was too far gone to form coherent thoughts, her soft moan escaping her lips as he intentionally drew another sound from her.

Lucas chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

Half-dazed, Aveline barely registered what was happening. "...Huh?"

What had she just agreed to?

Oh well... she'd figure it out later. For now, nothing mattered but the moment.

...

The next day, Aveline was woken up by the sound of her phone ringing. Still groggy, she reached for her phone without checking the screen and answered. "Hello?" she mumbled.

"Aveline, it's me."

The voice on the other end was so familiar that it jolted her awake, her eyes snapping open.

Russell.

It was him!

They hadn't spoken in such a long time. She had assumed they'd left things as they were, with no need to revisit the past. Yet here he was, reaching out to her. "Russ," Aveline said, taking a moment to gather herself. "Happy New Year."