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?"

threw her off, leaving her

the bar, his dark eyes fixed

tightly together. "Mr. Cooper, what

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

so far afield when a perfectly good option is right

ground, meeting his gaze steadily. "Because I don't like what's in

intrigue. "But from what I've seen,

everything was playing out

suffocating sense of being manipulated washed over her again,

this about him—his ability to make everything feel like it was under his control. She worked hard to suppress her frustration and said, "Mr. Cooper, just because my family approves doesn't

A rebellious phase.

was. No wonder she'd gone to meet

you're

is going on between us won't last

times are over, I don't

to do with you. Since you like my sister, why don't you focus on her and stop

to lay everything out in the open. It was better to

calm as he asked, "Does it bother you that I

care?

if