Chapter 172
Aveline asked somewhat nervously, “Is it… not good?”
Russell looked at her and suddenly said, “Just one meal isn’t enough.”
“Huh?” Aveline was confused. “Then how many meals would be enough?”
Russell laughed at her puzzled expression and held up three fingers.
Aveline laughed too. “Three meals? No problem. Just let me know when you’re free, and I’ll cook for you.”
Her respectful and humble attitude made it clear she saw him as a friend. Russell felt a strange sense of familiarity with this dynamic and slowly lowered his hand. “We’ll see when I’m in the mood.”
“Sure, no problem,” Aveline agreed readily.
Cooking a few meals wasn’t a big deal. She just wanted to repay this favor.
Despite feeling a bit uneasy, Russell had to admit Aveline’s cooking was really good. It suited his taste perfectly. He ended up eating two extra servings!
Seeing the dishes nearly empty, Russell began doubting his own appetite.
Aveline came over to drink some water, glanced at the table, and asked, “Russ, was it enough?”
“Yes, it was,” Russell replied, a bit speechless.
Aveline sighed in relief.
It was a good thing the food was enough since she didn’t have any more ingredients.
Russell stood up, grabbed the dishes, and headed to the kitchen to wash them.
Aveline was stunned and quickly followed. “Russ, let me do it. You should take a break.”
Russell frowned, his handsome face showing a hint of displeasure. He stared at her for a moment before saying, Maybe you shouldn’t call me Russ anymore.”
“Why not?” Aveline asked.
“We’re the same age,” Russell explained.
Aveline blinked. “That doesn’t matter.”
Russell sighed and waved his hand. “Never mind.”
He turned and left the kitchen.
Aveline felt a bit puzzled but didn’t dwell on it. After tidying up the kitchen, she went out to find Russell sitting on the couch in the living room. His long legs were crossed, and he was looking down at his phone, his handsome face perfectly framed.
Aveline couldn’t help but marvel. “Are all wealthy people this good–looking?”
Russell looked up and asked, “When are you divorcing Lucas?
Aveline was taken aback, not expecting such a direct
question.
“I don’t know,” she replied honestly..
Russell said, “If you need, I can help you find a lawyer. You won’t lose.”
Aveline shook her head. “Thanks, Russ, but that’s not
necessary. Things between Lucas and me haven’t reached that point yet.”
Russell stared at her and asked, “Do you love him?”
Aveline didn’t respond. But her silence was an answer in itself.
Russell felt a strange sense of irritation. After everything Lucas had done to her, what did she see in him? Was she a masochist?
“Forget it, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Russell stood up and headed for the door. Aveline also got up and gave him a slight smile. “Russ, thank you. I know you’re trying to help me, but I can handle this,”
“Okay,” Russell replied.
As he was leaving, Russell turned around to say something, but before he could speak, Aveline suddenly shut the door.
His mouth twitched.
What was that about? Not even a proper goodbye?
Aveline fell silent..
HIS BONUS:
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to say goodbye. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach and rushed to the bathroom, realizing her period had started.
After taking care of herself, she came out, washed up, and went to bed.