After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Jolie stared at Gavin in surprise. Under the flickering lights, his features were sharp and defined, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her without wavering. She had to take it herself?

She thought she must've misheard him.

But before she could process his words further, the sounds of her friends cheering in the background reached her ears. The corners of her lips curved slightly, and she took a step forward. "Thank you, Mr. Cooper."

Her slender, delicate fingers reached for the cool metal of his belt buckle. She fumbled, unfamiliar with how to undo it. After all, this wasn't something she had experience with. The situation was undeniably awkward.

The proximity between them was far too close. Gavin's intense gaze bore into her, radiating an inexplicable pressure that made her palms sweat.

Why was this thing so hard to figure out?

Just as her frustration peaked, his fingers suddenly covered hers. Guiding her hand, he directed her to the right spot on the buckle and pressed gently. With a soft click, the belt released.

But Gavin didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he held it firmly, moving it to grasp the top of the belt, then helped her slide it out inch by inch.

The entire process felt excruciatingly slow.

became unsteady. Her lashes trembled, and her fingers curled slightly under his touch. She glanced up

Gavin answered, his

eyes stayed on

I'll be

that, he ended the call

it safe for me. I'll come back for it," he said, his voice

for a response, he brushed past her and headed upstairs toward one of

like a gust of wind had swept through, disrupting the

her grip on the belt, lowering her

completely

you standing

over, giving her a light pat on the

shaking

before

and full of curiosity. "Wow, you nailed it! I saw everything. That guy is a total catch-broad shoulders, long legs, the whole package. He even looked a little familiar, but I can't quite place

musing aloud, trying to