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,

against the bar, his

together. "Mr. Cooper, what

the glass and drained the remaining wine in one motion. Then he set the glass aside and stepped closer to her, his

why look so far afield when a perfectly good option is right in front

his gaze steadily. "Because I don't

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

was playing out

being manipulated washed over her again, making her stomach tighten in

Cooper, just because

A rebellious phase.

was what this was. No wonder she'd gone

What you're doing changes

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

times are

why don't you focus on her and stop interfering

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

he asked, "Does it bother you that

immediately. "Why would I care? I

face betrayed no emotion as if her words didn't