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

Selena's eyes fell on the pain patch, and she nodded. "Alright, go ahead."

The family doctor applied the patch and gave her a few instructions before leaving.

Leaning back into the sofa, Selena said, "You can leave now. I'll rest for a bit."

The servant, however, remained standing nearby. "Mrs. Fletcher, I'll stay here just in case you need anything."

Selena raised an eyebrow slightly.

What was this about?

Was someone sent to keep an eye on her? To stop her from leaving, perhaps?

She couldn't quite figure out the motive yet, but there was no rush. She'd adapt to the situation as needed.

"Fine, stay there then. Don't go anywhere," Selena replied, before heading to the bed and lying down. She pulled out her phone and messaged Aaron.

"Where are you? You missed quite a show earlier. You'd have regretted not seeing it!"

Aaron replied, "Sounds like I did. Will you fill me in?"

"You finally replied! Where have you been?"

Aaron texted, "Stuck in a meeting with my dad at the office. Heading back now."

"So they really did hold you up. Looks like they're planning something tonight."

"I'm almost there. Don't worry."

"Worried? Please, I'm more excited to see how hard they try."

"You're trouble."

After ending the chat, Selena's mind eased. As long as Aaron was okay, that was all that mattered.

Her ankle began to warm up from the patch, but knowing she wasn't actually hurt, she sat up and peeled it off.

There was definitely something off about that patch.

Seeing this, the servant immediately said, "Mrs. Fletcher, why did you take it off? It's supposed to help with your ankle." Selena replied casually, "It felt uncomfortable, so I took it off."

The servant frowned. "But if you do that, how will your ankle heal? Will you even be able to rejoin the party later?"

"Come here," Selena said, leaning back against the headboard, her gaze fixed on the servant as she crooked her finger. The servant hesitated, then replied, "Mrs. Fletcher, if you need something, you can just say it from there. I can hear you." Selena didn't respond, only giving her a faint, amused smile.

The servant hesitated again but eventually walked over, moving closer to Selena. "Mrs. Fletcher, what can I—"

Before she could finish, Selena grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close.

Selena stroked her cheek lightly, her smile deepening. "You keep calling me 'Mrs. Fletcher,' but you act as if you're above me. Who gave you that kind of courage?" "L..."

The servant hadn't expected Selena

to turn on her so suddenly. Though Selena hadn't done anything threatening, her casual touch on the servant's face made her stiffen, too afraid to move, worried Selena might hurt her if she wasn't careful.

Swallowing hard, the servant stammered, "I-I'm only doing this for your own good..."

"Oh? Is that so?" Selena's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You must be quite the saint. Does your paycheck cover that much generosity? Wouldn't it be better to mind your own business and stick to what you're supposed to do? Why get involved in my affairs?"

The servant shifted nervously, clearly rattled. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Selena gently patted her cheek. "Come on, how much did they pay you? And what exactly are you supposed to be doing?"

The servant suddenly pulled away,

taking a few steps back to create a safer distance. With a guarded expression, she said, "Mrs. Fletcher, I don't know what you're implying. I'm just doing my job. If you don't need anything else, I'll leave."