Divorced 438
Chapter 438
Lucas‘ eyes bore into her flushed face. “Fine, I’ll handle it myself.”
With that, he unbuckled his belt.
The sound echoed in the car, making Aveline’s breath hitch, and she suddenly felt like there wasn’t enough air.
Her mouth went dry.
The next moment, Lucas pulled her hand over.
“What are you doing?” Aveline gasped, instinctively pulling away.
Lucas‘ eyes remained fixed on her. “I’m taking matters into my own hands.”
“You…” Aveline started to protest, her cheeks burning fiercely. Her fingers curled slightly, bringing waves of heat.
Lucas‘ Adam’s apple bobbed as he continued to stare at her, his breathing growing heavier.
Aveline turned her face away, deciding to let him be.
Fine, she wasn’t going to help.
“You really are heartless,” Lucas’s husky voice teased her senses.
Aveline bit her lip gently, trying to keep any sound from escaping.
She wasn’t sure how long it had been. Even without actively participating, her fingers felt weak and achy. The atmosphere in the car grew even more charged and intimate.
It seemed endless.
“Are you done yet?” Aveline finally snapped.
Lucas leaned in and kissed her. “That short amount of time isn’t enough, is it?”
Aveline was speechless.
She almost bit her lips till it bled. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
After what felt like an eternity, Lucas pulled out a wet wipe and carefully cleaned her fingers.
Aveline exhaled slightly. “Where are we buying the gift?”
Lucas‘ voice was hoarse with satisfaction. “At this hour, where can we go?”
Aveline shot him a look. “It’s all your fault.”
Lucas looked up, his eyes still shimmering with desire, the flames of his earlier passion seemingly reigniting.
Aveline quickly averted her gaze, deciding not to provoke him further. She knew all too well how strong he could be.
After Lucas finished cleaning her fingers, he took care of himself and then lit a cigarette. The glow from the lighter flickered at the tip, and a thin veil of smoke began to fill the car. His eyes were half–closed, and
his expression became indistinct.
Aveline rolled down the window, letting the smoke drift out. The cold wind blew in, clearing away the sultry atmosphere and the lingering scent. She exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.
As she glanced out, she noticed a car parked at a distance. It was familiar–Russell’s car.
Her eyes widened. How long had they been parked there? As long as they had?
Why hadn’t he left?
What was he doing?
Lucas leaned in, his voice low and husky, “We nearly put on a live show for him.”
Aveline pressed her lips together and silently rolled up the window.
Lucas chuckled. “Why close it? Not bothered by the smoke anymore?”
Aveline glared at him. “You know I hate it, and you still smoke?”
Lucas chuckled softly. “Ever heard the saying, ‘a smoke afterward is pure bliss‘?”
Aveline was speechless.
The car started and drove away.
Russell gripped his steering wheel tightly. Forty minutes. He had waited for forty minutes before they finally left.
What had they been doing in that car?
They were married, so he wasn’t surprised by their intimacy.
But didn’t she say she didn’t love Lucas anymore?
Then why…
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