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,

bar, his dark eyes fixed on

together. "Mr. Cooper, what do you mean by that? Are

he set the glass aside and stepped closer to her,

marriage, why look so far afield when a perfectly good option is

his gaze steadily. "Because I

with intrigue. "But from what

as if everything was playing out exactly as he

manipulated washed over

frustration and said, "Mr. Cooper, just because my family approves doesn't mean I do. Besides, my rebellious phase might be a little late, but

A rebellious phase.

gone to

you're

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

are

Since you like my sister, why don't

everything out in the open. It was better

calm as he asked, "Does it bother

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

betrayed no emotion as if her words didn't affect him at