After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Scoundrel..." she thought.

This man was utterly despicable.

Jolie passed out, and before her consciousness faded completely, she bit him out of sheer frustration. But with no strength left, the effort was more symbolic than effective.

...

The next morning.

The motorized curtains slid open automatically, and sunlight poured into the room, bright and unrelenting. Jolie stirred as the light hit her face, groaning softly before lifting an arm to shield her eyes. She slowly forced them open. This wasn't the private suite from last night.

The bedroom was large, its minimalist design starkly cold in shades of black, white, and gray.

She immediately knew where she was.

Only he would decorate a house in such lifeless, joyless tones.

Turning over, she let out an involuntary whimper. Her back ached, her legs were sore, and every movement sent tremors through the muscles of her thighs.

She bit her lip, her frustration mounting as tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the pain.

Just then, Gavin walked in.

He stopped at the sight of her her fair skin wrapped in his deep-gray comforter, her arms exposed, and faint marks trailing over her shoulders. She was struggling to sit up, the delicate tear stains at the edges of her eyes stirring something deep within him. Suppressing his thoughts, he asked calmly, "Do you need a massage?"

snapped, gritting her teeth as she refused

an arduous effort, she managed to sit upright. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried

even take a

furious glare the very picture of indignation

the bed, pulling the

declared, her voice muffled

low, muted chuckle. Startled, she threw the blanket

she'd met him, she'd

didn't like to laugh by

slightly as he replied, "Why

scoffed lightly. "Who knows? Maybe you're just pretending to

carried such a stern, unapproachable air, making

closer, his

lying down. I have a meeting to attend soon. If you need anything call me if you're hungry, get up and eat.

as he gave her

one hand on the bed

jerking her head to the side. His lips brushed

you doing?!" she

was with this

near intimate enough for him to kiss her whenever he felt

repaying a debt-nothing

debt was cleared, they