After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Jolie watched Selena's retreating figure and shook her head in frustration.

What could she do? Selena's emotional wounds ran deep, and no matter what Jolie tried, it seemed impossible to bridge the gap between them.

Returning to the party, she glanced around at the crowd of men and women mingling with champagne flutes in hand, but her mind wasn't on the event. She casually picked up a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and sipped it slowly. What she didn't notice was a man standing across the room, watching her. As she drank, his eyes darkened, and he licked his lips suggestively.

After finishing about half the glass, Jolie started feeling strange. Her body was growing weak, her skin hot and feverish, and a strange itchiness spread through her veins.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. What was happening?

She headed toward the restroom, but as she rounded a corner, her legs gave out, and she had to grab the wall for support to keep from collapsing.

"Did someone drug me?" she murmured, her face paling.

could someone dare to pull such a

think clearly. Her purse, with her phone, was back in the lounge. She needed to get it and leave immediately, but in her current state, she wasn't sure she could make it that far. Stumbling into the restroom, she turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face. The icy water helped sharpen her focus

said from behind her, calm but utterly

she struggled to

managed to say, doing her best to ignore the rich, soothing

woman before him. Her face was wet, her expression strained, clearly from splashing herself with

with a hint of concern. After all, this was the Cooper family's event, and any trouble here

to get involved, he couldn't

snapped, feeling the man's voice was, both irritating and distractingly pleasant. She

but he decided not to interfere further.