Divorced

Chapter 609

The slap echoed loudly through the restroom.

Judy clutched her cheek, staring at Aveline in disbelief. “You actually dared to hit me?”

Aveline’s gaze was icy as she looked at her. “Yes, I did. Miss Thompson, you’re truly ungrateful. I tried to help you, and you turned around and insulted me. Don’t you think you deserved it?”

Judy’s eyes filled with rage. “No one has ever dared to treat me like this! Aveline, you’re finished!”

Aveline raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how exactly do you plan to finish me? I’ve recorded our conversation, Miss Thompson. So, if anything happens to me in the near future, you’ll be the prime suspect.”

Judy’s fury intensified as she glared at Aveline. “You just wait.”

Aveline let out a slight scoff, not bothering to respond further.

Judy stormed out in anger, while Aveline calmly walked back toward the dining area. As she turned a corner, she found Lucas leaning against the wall, his expression cold as he looked at her.

“You’ve got some nerve, laying a hand on the Thompson family’s heiress,” Lucas said icily.

Aveline met his gaze and replied, “She was asking for it.”

Lucas stared at her intensely. “And what about you?”

“Me?” Aveline asked, puzzled. “What about me?”

Lucas stepped closer to her. “As my ex–wife, giving another woman tips on what I like and don’t like- you’re so generous and magnanimous. Should I give you a medal for it?”

Aveline smirked slightly. “No need for a medal. Just stop targeting the people around me, and that’ll be enough.”

Unexpectedly, Lucas‘ hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her against the wall. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Aveline, do you have a death wish?” Lucas‘ voice was icy cold. “You think I need you to speak for me?”

Aveline frowned and tapped his hand, trying to ease the pressure. “Could you stop grabbing my throat every time? You’re not going to kill me.”

Lucas let out a dark chuckle. “No, I can’t kill you, but I can make you understand what true despair feels

like.”

With that, his grip tightened, and Aveline immediately felt her breath being cut off. Her mouth opened slightly as she struggled to breathe, her eyes widening with fear as she looked at him.

His gaze was so cold–was he really going to kill her?

Just as Aveline was on the verge of suffocating, Lucas abruptly released her. She gasped for air, coughing hard as his cold eyes watched her struggle. When her coughing fit subsided, he suddenly grabbed her chin and bent down to kiss her.

The kiss was fierce and demanding, stealing her breath and overwhelming her with his intensity. The

relentless torment was too much for anyone to bear.

Aveline tried to push him away, her thoughts racing–he’s completely lost it!

Lucas bit down on her lip, making her wince as the sharp pain registered. She tasted blood, realizing he had bitten hard enough to break the skin.

“Aveline,” Lucas growled, his voice low and threatening, “behave yourself. Don’t provoke me, or I really won’t be able to stop myself from locking you up.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Aveline leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. As she watched his figure retreat, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.

When she eventually returned to the dining area, Lucas and Judy were already gone.

Maria noticed Aveline’s disheveled appearance and frowned, asking, “What happened to you?” Her eyes landed on Aveline’s swollen, bloodied lip, but she hesitated to press further.

Aveline shook her head. “I’m fine. Let’s just go.”

Maria nodded, though concern lingered in her eyes. “Alright.”

Back at the studio, Aveline was far from okay. She stared blankly at her computer screen, her mind spinning with thoughts. Suddenly, an idea began to take shape.