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?"

her off, leaving her

the glass in one hand, Gavin leaned against the bar, his dark eyes fixed on her.

"Mr. Cooper, what

in one motion. Then he set the glass

afield when a perfectly

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

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

as if everything was playing

of being manipulated washed over her

worked hard to 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

colder. "Mr. Cooper, whatever is going on

times are

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

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

he asked, "Does it

"Why would I care?

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