Jolie smiled lightly and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Goodbye, Mr. Cooper."

She turned toward the door, but the sound of steady footsteps followed her. He was coming after her. Frowning slightly, she turned back to face him. "What's this about, Mr. Cooper?"

Gavin met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "I haven't had dinner yet."

"Then go eat," Jolie replied flatly.

He countered calmly, "I hired Jackie for you."

Jolie froze.

Was he seriously trying to claim credit?

Unbelievable. How petty could this man get?

Pulling out her phone, she said, "Tell me how much it cost, and I'll transfer the money to you."

Gavin shook his head. "Just make me a plate of pasta. Consider it payment."

Jolie eyed him suspiciously. "That's it? Just a plate of pasta?"

"Yes," Gavin confirmed.

Jolie studied him for a moment, then turned and unlocked her door.

fell briefly to the slippers, then to a second pair by the door. His expression cooled slightly as he changed into the slippers, his

thought alone sparked a dark edge to his mood. He suppressed the urge to vent his

to notice the absence of anything that might belong to

They weren't living together.

eased, and his expression

some pasta and asked, "Do you

"Sure," he replied simply.

take a seat. I'll call you when it's ready," Jolie said as she headed toward the

"Alright."

suit jacket and tossing it over the armrest of the couch. He loosened his tie, sank into the sofa, and

in no time. Jolie tidied up the dining table first before heading to the

"Mr. Cooper?"

called out, but there

saw him leaning back with his eyes closed, exhaustion etched into his

Seriously?

asleep

frowned. She wasn't about to let him nap here. The sooner he ate and left, the better-it

him a gentle nudge. "Mr.

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