After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 406

Chapter 406 

The police checked the documents and, confirming they were genuine, said to Lucas, “Take your wife home. She shouldn’t drink so much; it’s not good. for her health.” 

“Alright,” Lucas responded indifferently. 

The two policemen left. 

Sidney stood to the side, a faint look of embarrassment on his handsome. face. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were her husband. In that case, please take her home.” 

Lucas shot him a cold glance before carrying Aveline into the elevator. 

Aveline continued to struggle. 

“Let go, let go of me…” 

Holding her, Lucas looked at her flushed face, his mood particularly foul. He gave her a sharp slap on the bottom. Aveline, you better behave!” 

In her drunken state, Aveline didn’t even feel the slap. 

The elevator doors slowly closed as Aveline, half–squinting, looked utterly intoxicated. 

Lucas‘ face was grim. If he hadn’t come here, would she not have gone home tonight? Had she found herself another young man? 

A cold wind blew as they exited No. 9 Mansion, causing Aveline to shiver and instinctively snuggle closer to him. 

Lucas‘ cold eyes watched her, and he sneered silently. 

She only knew to seek his warmth when she was cold, forgetting how she had pushed him away moments ago, claiming she didn’t know him. 

Once in the car, he didn’t place her on the seat but kept her on his lap, letting her lean against his chest. 

The driver started the car and headed towards Tudor Mansion. 

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Aveline had indeed drunk a lot, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol. Her fingers clutched Lucas‘ shirt, creating several wrinkles in his otherwise crisp attire. 

“Let me go… 

She kept murmuring the phrase. 

Lucas‘ face grew even darker. Did she hate him that much? 

Even in her drunken state, she refused to be held by him? 

The more she resisted, the tighter he held her, as if trying to merge her into his very bones. 

“Mmm… Lu, they made me drink…” 

Aveline, uncomfortable in his embrace, whimpered and started crying. 

Lucas‘ body stiffened, his expression darkening further. “What did you say?” 

But after that single sentence, Aveline fell asleep, her cheeks flushed and her body feverish. 

Lucas‘ brow furrowed tightly. 

Made her drink? 

Who dared? 

He took out his phone and dialed Desmond’s number, giving a terse command, “Investigate where Aveline went tonight.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

At Tudor Mansion. 

Lucas carried the unconscious Aveline back to the bedroom. She was completely out of it. He placed her on the bed and stood beside it, looking down at her. 

She was wearing a shirt and trousers, both stained and dried with patches of water, looking very disheveled.