After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

As expected.

Jolie lowered her gaze slightly. Her pale face carried a fragile determination as she sat at the edge of the dining table. Her slender frame looked too weak to resist, yet the defiance in her eyes told another story. She couldn't escape.

But she wasn't willing to give in.

"I won't break up with him," she said, raising her eyes with a clear and unwavering resolve.

Terence let out a cold laugh. "Well, you've got guts. You really are my daughter. Let's see how long your resolve lasts!"

With that, he abruptly stood and stormed out of the dining room.

Daisy frowned at Jolie. "Jolie, why are you so stubborn? Ian Wheeler isn't the right person for you. Why won't you listen to us? Do you really think we'd harm you?" Jolie replied calmly, "Is what's 'right' always the best?"

"Of course," Daisy said firmly. "If someone fits in every way, that's what's best."

"I don't agree," Jolie said softly, her gaze dropping as she rejected her mother's words.

"You're being too narrow-minded," Daisy sighed in frustration. "One day, you'll understand that everything we're doing is for your own good."

Jolie didn't respond further and began eating, though there was no life to her actions. She looked like a lifeless robot, her spirit dulled and devoid of any vibrancy.

...

Jackie immediately passed the

in his expansive office, his fingers lightly gripping his phone. He kept tapping the screen to wake it, only to let it go dark again moments later. This repeated

was he

he hoping for a

that night, she

past month, he hadn't reached out

received updates about her

warm-hearted, seemed to have sensed his thoughts and took it upon herself to report everything about Jolie's

ate each day, how her injury was healing, whether she was resting well, how

vivid, living image of Jolie appeared right in

that since they weren't together,

wanting her more with each passing day. To see her. To hold

and more uncontrollable with

knew this wasn't right. She had rejected him. She had her

part of him argued what was wrong with

wanted her, he should have

for her. He

internal conflict, Gavin grew

which had been spinning a pen between his fingers, froze mid. After