After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 863

At Meet Bar, inside the private room on the second floor, a soft, saccharine voice filled the air. "Lucas..."

The breath was warm and close, but suddenly, Lucas' clouded mind cleared, snapping back to reality. He shot up from the couch, his voice low and hoarse with restrained fury. "Who are you?"

"I..." The woman, lounging on the sofa, was caught off guard by his sudden clarity.

But Lucas didn’t wait for her response. He quickly located the light switch and flicked it on. The room flooded with light, and he saw her face—Juliet!

His expression turned icy, and in an instant, he lunged forward, grabbing her by the throat.

"What did you do to me?" he growled.

"I..." Juliet gasped, pain shooting through her neck as the pressure tightened. The sudden suffocation overwhelmed her, and she panicked, realizing just how dangerous he had become.

The man before her had a terrifyingly cold and ruthless look in his eyes, his grip unyielding. His shirt was disheveled, his gaze bloodshot, and the killing intent radiating from him made her tremble in fear.

He was serious—he might actually kill her.

Juliet’s body shook violently as she gasped for air. "You… you can’t hurt me! The Cooper family… they won’t let you go!"

She barely managed to get the words out, desperately trying to pry Lucas' hand off her neck.

But Lucas tightened his grip, seizing her fingers and twisting them back forcefully.

"Ah!" Juliet screamed in agony as he snapped her fingers, throwing her back onto the couch.

She cradled her injured hand, writhing in pain.

Lucas looked down at her with contempt. "You think filth like you belongs anywhere near my bed?"

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and stormed out, his mind racing. His body felt off—there was something wrong. He needed to get to a hospital immediately.

That vile woman had drugged him.

The Cooper family?

He’d deal with them soon enough.

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At Maple Gardens, Selena sat with Aveline on the bed, watching over her pale, worn face. The room was eerily quiet, the atmosphere heavy with sorrow. Selena stayed close, unable to leave her friend alone in such a fragile state.

The stillness was interrupted by the sharp, urgent sound of the doorbell ringing repeatedly.

Selena frowned, muttering under her breath, "Who could that be at this hour?"

Reluctantly, she got up, grumbling as she made her way to the door. As soon as she opened it, her expression turned sour—Lucas stood there, his eyes bloodshot with a mix of fury and desperation.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her displeasure evident.

Without a word, Lucas pushed past her, ignoring her protests, and marched into the room.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Who said you could just barge in like this?" Selena shouted, regaining her balance after being shoved aside.

Anger flared in her eyes. She was tempted to slap Lucas right across the face. After all, wasn’t he just with another woman? What was he doing here now, acting like he cared?