After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

After Selena finished speaking, she got up and left the living room.

Jolie watched her retreating figure, her lips pressing together lightly. Did Selena really dislike her that much?

If so, what was the point of staying here?

After a moment of thought, Jolie stood and left.

A housekeeper noticed her leaving and quickly informed Selena.

Selena remained silent for a moment after hearing the news, then walked to the window on the second floor, watching as Jolie left.

Her silhouette, so slender and delicate, inexplicably carried a trace of loneliness.

"Since you brought her back, why not at least let her stay for dinner?" Aveline appeared beside her, also gazing at Jolie's fading figure.

Selena sighed lightly. "Ave, I just can't bring myself to talk to her calmly."

"That's understandable," Aveline replied softly.

Selena leaned against her, exhaling slowly. "It's like I can't let go of the things that happened in the past, even though I know none of it was her fault."

Aveline gently rubbed her arm. "Take your time. The fact that you brought her here today is already a big step. There's no need to rush. You've got plenty of time."

"Mm," Selena murmured.

Later that evening.

Jolie didn't go home.

was celebrating their birthday. The group was already deep into the party spirit, and at some

here's the dare: you have to ask the next man who walks through that door for his

with laughter and cheers

never made the first move with a guy. Are you trying to drag her off her pedestal?" someone

why it's the perfect challenge. It's got

grew louder, and with the atmosphere reaching its peak, Jolie knew she couldn't back

and walked toward the entrance, her nerves tightening as she scanned the people walking in. She had never

family would never allow her to do something so

just for once,

by, and the first to enter were two young women. Behind her, her friends were still laughing

a man

was tall, dressed in a sharp black suit that fit him perfectly. Even the tie and collar were meticulously neat. His entire demeanor exuded a composed, restrained elegance with

It was him.

briefly as she instinctively

"Jolie!"

their cheers growing more enthusiastic, leaving her

steeling herself

entrance, one hand holding his phone as he skimmed through messages. He didn't even look up as someone blocked his path,