After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 808

Lucas said, “I know you still need to review the blueprints. I have a computer here; you can continue with your work.”

Aveline's brow furrowed with resistance.

But Lucas, watching her closely, added, “Aveline, stay with me. We’re about to get divorced. After that, you’d never agree to a request like this. Consider it… fulfilling our last obligations as a married couple?”

His voice was low and gentle, softening his tone to its most persuasive.

His dark eyes were earnest, filled with an intensity that revealed his longing for her to stay.

Something in her heart stirred again.

Almost against her better judgment, she agreed. “Alright.”

Lucas’ eyes brightened instantly.

He walked over and opened the door, calling Desmond in.

“Mr. Tudor, any instructions?” Desmond asked, noticing the softened expression on Lucas’ face and feeling he had made the right decision by calling Aveline in.

Lucas pulled out his phone. “I need you to go somewhere and follow these instructions for some purchases.”

Desmond blinked. “Huh?”

Lucas shot him a look. “What do you mean, ‘huh’? Didn’t you understand?”

Desmond quickly nodded. “Oh, got it.”

Lucas sent him a flurry of messages. As Desmond read through them, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Was he… treating Mrs. Tudor like a child?

A squeaky chicken toy? Really?

“Hurry up!” Lucas frowned and gave him a light push when he saw Desmond still standing there.

Desmond quickly turned and left.

As he closed the office door, he turned to find Aveline looking over with a suspicious expression.

He then quietly began placing the items on the coffee table next to Aveline. Her attention shifted from the laptop, and she finally noticed the array of things—small cakes, spicy snacks, potato chips, wafer rolls, ice cream, fruit tea, plush toys, and even a squeaky chicken…

“What are you doing?” She looked up at him, suspicion in her eyes.

Lucas placed the last dessert down and said, “I thought I might not have enough to convince you to stay, so I decided to tempt you with some treats.”

He picked up a small cake and held it out to her. “Is it working?”

Aveline was momentarily speechless.

Her fingers curled slightly as if holding back some reaction. Her gaze settled on the small cake—a blueberry mille crepe, one of her favorites.

She took it and replied lightly, “Barely.”

The smile at the corner of Lucas' mouth grew a little wider, but he didn’t disturb her further. He returned to his work, allowing her to focus on hers.

However, every time he looked up from his files, the cold, harsh letters seemed to dissolve in the warmth of her serene and graceful face, and his heart swelled with a sweet, unfamiliar feeling.