Chapter184
Aveline’sbrowfurrowed.
Whatwashedoing?
Blockingherwithbodyguards,notansweringhercalls,andnowsteppingintotheelevator?
Herexpressionfroze,andshewasabouttoleave.
“Whatareyoudoing?”Lucas‘coldvoicesounded.
Avelinereplied,“Idon’twanttobeinthesamespaceasatrashcan.”
Lucas‘browfurrowed,andadangerousvibefilledthecrampedelevator.Hepressedtheclosebutton,andthedoorsshutquickly,leavingnotimeforAveloexit.
Shencedathimwithafrownandstoodinthecorner,radiatingdetachmentandcoldness.
Before,herefusedtoseeher.Now,shedidn’twanttobenear
him.Whatbadluck.
Lucasnoticedherexpression,hiseyesdark andunreadable.Heaskedcoolly,“Where’stheevidence?”
Avelinereplied,“Isentittoyou.”
Lucassaid,“Myphone’soff.”
Avelinesmirked.“Can’tyouturniton?”
Lucaslookedatherintentlyandsuddenlyasked,“IfIgaveyouaknifenow,wouldyoustabme?”
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Thecoldnessinhereyeswasobvious,whichannoyedhim.
Avelinesaid,“Ifitweren’tillegal.”
Lucas‘expressiongrewcolder,andtheelevatoratmospherebecameunbearablytense,makingithardforAvelobreathe.
Sheloweredhergaze,hereyshestremblingslightly.Rememberingthesceneontherooftop,she suddenlyasked,Lucas,let’sfinalizethedivorce.
Thistime,sherelented.Shedidn’twantanymoretieswithsomeonelikehim.Sincehecared forSophiaandwantedtoberesponsibleforher,hecouldgoahead.She wasdonewithit;itwaspointless.
Shestillwantedtolivealonglife.
Lucasremainedsilent,andthetensionintheelevatorwaspalpable.
Seeinghickofresponse,Avelinelookedup,abouttosaysomething,whentheelevatordoorsopened,andhestrode
out.
Notfaraway,Desmondwasapproaching.Avelinehurriedafterhim,“Lucas,whatdoyoumeanbythis?”
Withoutturning,Lucasgotintothecar.
Quicktoreact,Avelineblockedthedoor,preventingitfromclosing,andstaredathimintently.
Lucas‘coldgazefellonherface.“YoukidnappedSophia.Ihaven’tsettledthatwithyouyet.Ifwedivorcenowandyoudisappear,wherewouldIfindyou? Aveline,ifyoudothings
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likethis,don’texpecttoescapewithoutconsequences.”
<b>With</b><b>that</b><b>,</b>hepriedherfingersoffandmmedthecardoorshut.
“You!”
Avelinestaredindisbelief.Didheintendtoholdher
ountable?Howwouldhedothat?Kidnapherinreturn?Butshehadn’tdoneanything!
Herhandsclenchedintofistsathersides.Itwasinfuriating;herheartgrewcolder.Lucasrefusedtobelieveherevenalittle.
Standingontheroad,shefeltachilldeepwithinhersoul,asifanabysswasbeforeher,inescapablenomatterwhatshedid.
“Jerk!Bastard!Scumbag!”Avelinecursed,hereyes
reddening.
Atthatmoment,herphonerang.Checkingit,shesawitwasYvonnecalling.Herfingerstightenedreflexivelybeforesheanswered,“Hello,MadamYvonne.”
Yvonne’sgentlevoicecamethrough,“Aveline,whereareyou?I’mheadingtothespa.Let’sgotogether.”