After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Jolie's lashes trembled as she opened her eyes, her gaze locking with his. His dark, fathomless eyes were devoid of any emotion, like a still, bottomless lake. She froze, her movements coming to an abrupt halt.

Pulling back slightly, she stared at him in confusion. "Didn't you say you wanted a woman?"

Why was he so unresponsive, even when she had taken the initiative? What was this supposed to mean?

The more she tried to understand this man, the less she could. And the less she liked him. He was infuriating.

Gavin stood there, one hand holding a glass of wine, the other tucked casually into his trouser pocket. His dark gray shirt was impeccably buttoned all the way to the top, the tie perfectly knotted, exuding an air of restraint and self-discipline. Even with a woman practically draped over him, he maintained an aura of cold detachment, an unapproachable distance that only emphasized his indifference.

Jolie let go of him and stepped back, her lips now glistening slightly from the messy kiss. Frustration tinged her voice as she asked, "Do you enjoy toying with me, Mr. Cooper?"

Gavin's tone was cool and unaffected as he replied, "This should have been something pleasurable. But the way you approached it as if walking to the gallows, made it feel like a punishment. Do you really think being with me is such a torment?" His blunt words laid her thoughts bare, leaving her flustered and unsure of where to look.

"I didn't mean that."

"Didn't you?"

Taking another sip, his Adam's apple moved in a slow, enticing motion as he swallowed. His tone was calm, almost indifferent. "Then show me your best. Let me see who you really are." Jolie stared at

Was he raising

She bit her lip and snapped, "Gavin Cooper, you know full well I don't want this,

whether you're satisfied or not? You've already had your fun before-so what if I back out now? I'm done playing

straightforward matter had turned into an ordeal, thanks to his endless demands. Did he think she was some kind of wishing well, ready to grant his every whim? Dream

spun on her heel and stormed

a hand gripped her

collided with his chest-solid, muscular, and unyielding-knocking

are you" she began angrily, but her words were abruptly silenced as the warm, intoxicating scent of wine filled the air