After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Jolie opened the door and asked curiously, "When did you leave?"

Gavin replied, "I live upstairs. I just went back to take a shower."

He had also changed into a simple set of loungewear-a white T-shirt-that made him look several years younger. Jolie's gaze lingered on him briefly before she quickly looked away and shut the door.

She headed straight to the bedroom, but Gavin watched her and asked, "Why aren't you going to the master bedroom?"

Without turning back, Jolie replied, "I don't want to end up having to change the sheets later. It's exhausting."

She was well aware of his tendencies. Once things started, they wouldn't stop until everything was a complete mess.

She cleverly opted for the guest room, figuring she could clean up after a good night's sleep.

However, Gavin said, "But I want to be in the master bedroom."

Jolie immediately frowned and turned back to glare at him. "Gavin, do you always have to be so demanding? This is my house!" Gavin looked at her calmly. "If you're not okay with it, we can go to my place."

After a pause, he added, "It's not far. Just upstairs."

She was

go

toward the

smile, though the expression vanished just as quickly

the elevator, Jolie began to regret her decision. Why had she suggested going

this akin to walking right

overthink it. His place was just upstairs, barely

of the elevator first, opened the door, and

fluttered slightly. Avoiding his gaze,

was dimly lit with only a few lights on. She didn't bother to take in her surroundings,

sound of the door closing behind her

later, Gavin scooped her up

cry, her hands reflexively wrapping around his neck,

His arms

Despite their many close

sharp jawline, lightly pressed pale pink lips,

his eyes was always overwhelming, impossible