Divorced

Aveline shifted her gaze from Lucas to the laptop on the table. She decided to sit down and began scrolling through the reference images, carefully studying each one.

The images showcased the evolution of modern domestic villa architecture, with many designs Incorporating foreign elements that Lucas clearly disliked. As a result, he wanted something more distinct and personalized.

Engrossed in her task, Aveline didn’t notice when Lucas moved behind her. Suddenly, he leaned down, placing his hands on the table and effectively trapping her in his embrace.

“I think this one looks good,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on the screen. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Aveline stiffened, turning her head slightly to avoid his proximity. “If you have something to say, just say it. Why do you need to be so close?”

Lucas tilted his head to look at her, his eyes dark and unreadable, with a flicker of something she couldn’t quite identify.

“I’m just making sure you can hear me,” he replied in a low voice.

Aveline rolled her eyes and refocused on the screen. “If you prefer something more traditional, you could go for a classic English garden style–it’s really elegant ”

Lucas asked, “Do you like the garden style?”

Aveline nodded. “Yes, I do. With rock formations and flowing water, it creates a peaceful environment where you can enjoy different views without even leaving home.”

Lucas stared at her intently. “Then let’s design it that way.”

Aveline’s hand tightened slightly on the mouse, and she asked, “Aren’t you going to ask the future lady of the house for her opinion?”

Did Judy even like garden–style designs? What if she didn’t? Aveline thought it would be a hassle to redesign the plans if that were the case. It would be better to get everyone’s input now rather than having to start over later.

Lucas straightened up, putting some distance between them, though his gaze remained on her. “It’s my house, and I make the decisions.”

Aveline relaxed slightly, nodding. “Alright, I understand

She stood up and asked, “Is there anything else?”

Lucas–replied, “Nothing for now.”

Aveline nodded. “Alright, I’ll head out then. If you come up with any new ideas, just let me know.” Her tone was calm and professional as if she were genuinely treating him as just another client. The dynamic between them felt strangely new, a different experience from anything they’d had before.

As Lucas watched her walk away, his gaze darkened. Suddenly, he said, “I might have new ideas at any time, so keep your phone on ”

A sense of unease washed over Aveline, a premonition that the days ahead might be far from peaceful.

“Got it,” she replied flatly, with no emotion.

Just as she reached the door and was about to close it behind her, she hesitated. Turning back, she asked, “Lucas, since you’re planning to get married, can you stop interfering in my life?”

Lucas let out a quiet, amused scoff. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Aveline continued, “You’re like a constant threat looming over me. Of course I need to ask.”

And she needed to pick the right moment to do it–preferably when he was in a good mood. But that was no easy task.

Lucas sank into the couch, his voice indifferent as he replied, “No.”

Aveline frowned. “If you keep this up, your future wife will come after me.”

“And what if she does?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Once she’s my wife, she can do as she pleases.”