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?"

off, leaving her uncertain of his

against the bar, his dark eyes fixed

made Jolie's brows knit tightly together. "Mr. Cooper, what do you mean by

the glass and drained the remaining wine in one motion. Then he set the glass aside and stepped closer to

afield when a perfectly good option is right in

"Because I don't like what's

tone laced with intrigue. "But from what I've seen, your family seems quite

playing out exactly as he

being manipulated washed over her again, making her stomach tighten in

suppress her frustration and said, "Mr. Cooper, just because my family

A rebellious phase.

wonder she'd gone to meet lan-it was all part of

you're doing changes

"Mr. Cooper, whatever is going on between us won't last long.

nine times are over,

Since you like my sister, why don't you focus on her and stop interfering in other

in the open. It was better to be

as he asked, "Does it bother you that I

would I care? I don't give

if her