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?"

sudden inquiry threw her off, leaving

Gavin leaned against the bar, his dark eyes fixed on

Cooper, what

one motion. Then he set the glass aside and stepped closer to her, his imposing presence

afield when

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

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

was playing out exactly as

washed over

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 mean I do. Besides,

A rebellious phase.

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

What you're doing

is going on between

nine times are over,

Since you like my sister, why don't

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

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

would I care? I don't give a

betrayed no emotion as if her words didn't