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Lucas didn't take the box.
His eyes remained fixed on her as he said, "Even if you don't like it now, keep it. One day, when you do like it,
you can wear it."
Aveline fell silent for a moment before replying, "Can't you tell? | don't want it."
Lucas simply replied, "But I've already given it to you. Whether you want it or not, it's yours. If you really don't
want it, go ahead and toss it. Maybe sbeggar will find it and becrich overnight." Aveline's fingers
tightened around the box slightly.
She knew the pink diamond inside was worth a fortune, likely not less than two million dollars. Throwing away
something so valuable was out of the question.
Seeing her hesitation, Lucas added, "Just keep it. You'll cto like it someday."
What nonsense...
She didn't like it now; why would she like it in the future?
Still, she didn't throw it away but placed it on her lap instead.
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Lucas glanced at her pale wrist and paused before saying, "If you wore it, it would look beautiful."
Aveline ignored his comment, shifting the conversation. "Why did you send someone in there? We're about to get
divorced, and now you've made our relationship public. What am | supposed to do once we're divorced?"
Patrick's sudden change in attitude was clearly because he feared Lucas.
But after their divorce, without the status of being Mrs. Tudor, how was she supposed to deal with people like
him? She knew she would be vulnerable to those who would crush her if given the chance. The thought of that
life made her frown.
Lucas glanced at her and said, "You've been wanting to leave Cloudflare City for a while now. Are you really
worried about anyone retaliating against you?"
Aveline looked at him. "How do you know?"
He let out a soft laugh. "You haven't exactly hidden your desire to leave. I'm not blind."
Aveline pressed her lips together slightly.
Now that she thought about it, he had a point.
Once she finished Patrick's project, she planned to submit her resignation.
In the meantime, she was looking for a suitable designer to fill her position. She really wouldn't be in Cloudflare
City for much longer.
"So, Aveline," Lucas' deep, alluring voice broke the silence, coaxing her gently, "while you still have the title of
Mrs. Tudor, why not make the most of it? After all, you wouldn't t
want to leave this marriage at a loss, would you? Do you ever make deals that don't benefit you?"
Of course not.
Aveline thought it over and realized he had a point.
With his elevated status, hers had also risen by association.
And cto think of it, in all the tthey had been married, she had never really used the perks of being Mrs.
Tudor.
The heater in the car was running full blast, and a thin layer of mist soon fogged up the windows, blurring the
view of the street outside. Back at Maple Garden.
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Aveline held the box out to him and said, "Thanks."
Lucas followed her, a few steps behind. "You're welcome," he replied, his long, narrow eyes softening with
a hint of affection as he looked at
her.
Aveline quickly turned her gaze away.
Once home, she made a simple plate of pasta and found a documentary to watch. She enjoyed watching
documentaries to find inspiration.
After finishing her meal, she headed straight to her study.
When she finally emerged, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
She yawned and decided to catch ssleep.
But just as she was about to drift off, a noise cfrom the front door.
Her groggy mind snapped to attention as she walked to the entryway, eyes fixed on the door.
It sounded like someone was trying to enter the passcode, but they were getting it wrong—the sharp beeping ads by
noises echoing through the stillness of the early morning. Pubfuture