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

Aveline eyed him warily, his dark, piercing gaze fixed on her as if she were already his prey.

Memories of past traumas resurfaced, and she bit her lip, suddenly raising the kitchen knife to her own throat.

"You're right, I don't dare to hurt you, but that doesn't mean I won't harm myself. Lucas, if you take one more step, I'll cut myself. Let's see if you can keep talking like this while facing a corpse!"

Lucas stopped in his tracks, the playful expression vanishing from his face as he glared at her, his gaze dark and intense. "Put the knife down!"

Instead of lowering the knife, Aveline pressed it closer to her neck, stubbornly saying, "Get out! You're not welcome here!"

Lucas remained still, his gaze locked on her with a menacing intensity.

Seeing his hesitation, Aveline gritted her teeth and pressed the blade even closer. Her delicate skin barely brushed the knife's edge, which had been sharpened-just a slight touch and it immediately left a thin line of blood on her slender, pale neck.

Lucas' eyes narrowed in shock.

In an instant, he lunged forward, snatching the knife from her grasp before she could react. The knife clattered to the floor.

Staring at the cut on her neck, his expression grew even darker. "Aveline, you've really grown bold, daring to attempt suicide in front of me!"

Aveline's face paled as she struggled against him. "Let go of me! Let me go!"

She fought desperately, trying to reach the knife again.

Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Lucas was both horrified and enraged.

He held back his anger, saying, "If you stay still, I won't touch you!"

Aveline's whole body trembled slightly, the cut on her neck stinging. Who knew what kind of bacteria might have gotten into the wound? If it entered her bloodstream, the consequences could be dire. Gripping her wrist tightly, Lucas turned and dragged her out the door.

"What are you doing?" Aveline asked, her voice filled with suspicion.

Lucas replied in a low voice, "We're going to the hospital!"

Aveline struggled for a moment, but Lucas abruptly turned his head to glare at her, his expression dark and menacing.

"If you keep moving and speed up your circulation, any harmful viruses could spread through your body and cause serious damage. If that happens, you'll only have yourself to blame!"

Hearing this, Aveline immediately stopped struggling. Deep down, she was afraid of dying, too. She just didn't want to be under Lucas' control any longer.

As she quieted down, a bitter irony struck Lucas. She was willing to go as far as attempting suicide just to get away from him-how desperate she had become!

The drive to the hospital was silent. Neither of them spoke, one too angry and the other overly reluctant, creating a tense atmosphere.

At the hospital, they gave her a tetanus shot first, followed by a blood test. By the time the results came back, two hours had passed. Fortunately, there was no sign of infection.

The wound on Aveline's neck was disinfected and didn't even need bandaging-a simple adhesive bandage was enough.

Lucas walked ahead, his tall, imposing figure radiating an icy coldness.

Once outside, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Aveline walked past him, not wanting to acknowledge him at all.

"Aveline."

Lucas called her name in a deep voice as he watched her retreating figure.

Aveline didn't pause; she had no intention of stopping.

Lucas took a long drag on his cigarette, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhaled. Then, exhaling a cloud of smoke, he looked at her through the hazy mist and spoke again...