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 her

leaned against the bar, his dark eyes

together. "Mr. Cooper, what do you

the glass aside

going to arrange a marriage, why look so far afield when

her ground, meeting his gaze steadily. "Because I don't

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

if everything was playing out exactly

suffocating sense of being manipulated washed over her

just because my family approves doesn't mean I do. Besides,

A rebellious phase.

was. No wonder she'd gone to meet lan-it was all part of her

What you're doing

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

times are over,

you like my sister, why don't you focus on her and stop

It was better to be direct than to keep

as he asked, "Does

immediately. "Why would I care? I don't

as if her