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

in one hand, Gavin leaned against the bar, his dark eyes fixed on her. "Are you planning to marry lan

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look so far afield when a perfectly good option

steadily. "Because I don't like what's in front of

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was as if everything was playing

sense of being manipulated washed over

to make everything feel like it was under his control. She worked hard to suppress her frustration and said, "Mr. Cooper, just because my

A rebellious phase.

was what this was. No wonder she'd gone to meet

you're doing changes

whatever is going on between

times are

to do with you. Since you like my sister, why

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

remained calm as he asked, "Does

care?

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