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.

unlocked her door. She stepped inside, tossing a pair of disposable slippers at

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

his mood. He suppressed the urge to vent

didn't take long to notice the absence of anything

They weren't living together.

chest eased, and his expression

Jolie pulled out some pasta and asked, "Do you want vegetables

"Sure," he replied simply.

a seat. I'll call you when it's ready,"

"Alright."

and tossing it over the armrest of the couch. He loosened his tie, sank into the sofa, and leaned back, closing

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

"Mr. Cooper?"

called out, but

saw him leaning back with

Seriously?

fallen asleep just sitting

about to let him nap here. The sooner he ate and left, the better-it

him a gentle nudge. "Mr. Cooper, the pasta

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