After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Why was he wasting time with all these talks? Wouldn't it be better to get straight to the point?

Gavin easily read the impatience in her eyes.

He remained silent for a moment before shifting his gaze away from her.

Jolie frowned, confused by his reaction. What was he thinking?

After a long pause, Gavin stood and walked toward the door. Jolie followed him out of the theater room.

The living room lights were bright, casting a warm glow over the space.

Gavin, now wearing a gray robe, his broad shoulders, and long legs effortlessly exuding authority, strode toward the liquor cabinet.

He opened the glass doors, pulled out a bottle, and poured himself a small glass of wine. Taking a slow sip, he leaned against the counter with an air of ease.

Jolie didn't push him further. She had come to understand he operated on his own terms and at his own pace.

"Miss Quin, what's on your mind?" he asked suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Jolie blinked, startled by the unexpected question. "What do you mean?"

inquiry threw her off, leaving

bar, his

"Mr. Cooper, what

the remaining wine in one motion. Then he set the glass aside and stepped closer to her, his imposing presence

going to arrange a marriage, why look so far afield when a perfectly good option is right in front of

steadily. "Because I don't like what's in

intrigue. "But from what I've seen, your family seems

if everything was playing out

manipulated washed over her again, making

was under his control. She worked hard to suppress her frustration and said, "Mr. Cooper, just because my family

A rebellious phase.

gone to meet lan-it was all part

you're

turned colder. "Mr. Cooper, whatever is going on between

are over, I don't

sister, why don't

everything out in the open. It was better

calm as he asked, "Does it bother you that

care? I don't

no emotion as if her words didn't affect