After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 767

She glared at her phone, gritting her teeth, cursing, “Damn capitalist!”

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Aveline sent the initial draft to Patrick.

Less than an hour later, she received a response—it wasn’t the feel he wanted.

Her brows furrowed, and she spent a long time emailing back and forth with Patrick, but they still couldn't reach an agreement.

Frustrated, she decided to meet him in person.

Patrick readily agreed, and they arranged to meet at a newly opened restaurant in Cloudflare City.

By evening, Aveline arrived at the restaurant's entrance, only to be stopped by the doorman.

"Sorry, ma'am, no entry without a reservation," he said, a polite smile on his face, but his eyes held a hint of disdain.

Aveline was dressed simply—a knit sweater, jeans, and a versatile overcoat. Her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and she wore no makeup except for a touch of lip gloss, the only color on her.

With Christmas approaching, the weather was getting colder, and Aveline could feel the biting chill of the wind as she stood by the door.

She pulled out her phone and tried calling Patrick, but his line was busy.

Frustrated, she had no choice but to wait at the entrance.

Although the restaurant had just opened, business seemed good.

In the hour Aveline had been waiting, several groups had already gone inside.

Seeing her still there, the doorman’s contempt was now barely concealed.

"Ma'am, this isn’t the kind of place just anyone can walk into. You’d better leave," he sneered as if her presence was somehow hurting their business.

Aveline looked up at him and said, "What's the difference between us? We're both just working."

Where did his sense of superiority come from?

Aveline didn’t make a fuss, simply following Patrick inside.

The luxurious décor spoke of elegance at every corner, and a subtle scent of incense lingered in the air.

The moment she stepped in, the warmth enveloped her, instantly dispelling the cold. Only then did Aveline feel herself slowly coming back to life.

Once inside a private room, Patrick summoned a waiter, smiling warmly at Aveline. "Miss Young, what do you like to eat?"

Aveline smiled politely. "I'm fine with anything, Mr. Gunner. Whatever you choose is fine."

Patrick nodded. "Bring out all your signature dishes."

"Of course," the waiter replied, nodding before leaving the room.

As soon as the door closed, Patrick turned to her with genuine concern. "Miss Young, are you still cold?"

Aveline’s fingers were still a bit chilled, but she was gradually warming up. She replied, "I’m alright, Mr. Gunner. I was wondering if you had any additional thoughts on the vineyard?"