Divorced

Chapter 651

Even now, he was still trying to threaten her. Did he really think she would be afraid?

“No problem.”

Gernard smiled slightly and then turned to the balcony to make a phone call.

Selena excitedly grabbed Aveline’s hand. “My dear, you’re about to be free!”

Aveline smiled and glanced at Lucas.

His eyes were lowered, his face still as handsome and sharp as ever, exuding a cold and icy aura. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

It was the hotel staff delivering the food.

Selena got up to help, setting the dishes on the dining table before walking over to support Aveline.

“Come on, let’s eat.”

“Mm,” Aveline responded.

Russell also walked over, carefully observing Aveline’s expression.

Fortunately, the dining area was just a few steps away. Once Aveline sat down, she glanced at the others and said, “No need to fuss, come and join me.” Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Selena pulled out the chair next to her, about to sit down, but in the next second, she was pushed aside.

Lucas sat directly beside Aveline.

“Hey, you-”

Selena staggered, nearly falling over, and glared at Lucas, wanting to drag him up.

Lucas looked indifferent, seemingly unaffected by the hostile atmosphere. He took out his utensils, glanced at the dishes on the table, and then immediately placed some food on Aveline’s plate.

Russell frowned.

Gernard approached, raising an eyebrow at the scene. “Mr. Tudor doesn’t waste any time, does he?”

Lucas stayed composed. “It’s not about rushing. She’s my wife, this is my home. Why should I be a guest in my own house?”

Gernard was at a loss for words.

Selena sneered. “Can’t you see that no one wants you here? How can you be so shameless?”

Lucas remained unfazed. “Why should I care what you all think? Who do you think you are?”

“You!”

Selena’s face turned sour, clearly frustrated.

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Aveline looked at Lucas and said in a calm tone, “Didn’t you come here to discuss the divorce?”

Lucas nodded, “Yes.”

Aveline continued, “Now that we’ve talked about it, you can leave.”

Lucas curled his lips into a smile. “But I’m hungry, and there’s food here. Why should I leave?”

Seeing the playful glint in his eyes, Aveline was left speechless once again.

Dealing with someone as shameless as him seemed pointless. No matter how much they showed their dislike, he simply didn’t care.

What exactly did he care about?

No one knew.

In just a short while, the plate in front of her had already piled up like a small mountain, filled with all her favorite dishes.

Lucas continued to add more, causing her to frown. “Stop adding more. I’ll eat on my own.”

“Alright.”

Lucas glanced at her plate and, without further ado, began eating on his own.

Aveline closed her eyes briefly, deciding not to argue with him anymore. Russell had ordered the meal, and she couldn’t just waste it–it would be disrespectful to his efforts.

The atmosphere at the dining table was quite tense; no one seemed to be in a good mood.

Except for Lucas, who remained unaffected, carrying on as if nothing was wrong.

He ate at a steady pace, his every movement reflecting the elegance he had cultivated from a young age.

Every now and then, he would glance at Aveline, and when he noticed her eating a particular dish, he would add more of it to her plate.

“I’m full.”

Aveline, having lost her appetite, put down her utensils.