After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Gavin's expression darkened instantly. His fingers traced over the scars, and suddenly, he leaned down, pressing gentle kisses along each one. Jolie froze in shock.

Her face showed disbelief as she tried to turn her head to look at him, but he held her down, making it impossible for her to move.

How could he kiss such ugly scars?

How could he bear to do it?

Wasn't his willingness to be with her because of her beauty?

At that moment, her understanding of him wavered.

As his kisses continued, her body trembled lightly.

Biting her finger to stifle her emotions, Jolie felt her breath quicken. His touch was feather-light, sweeping over every inch of her back like a soft breeze, making her unable to handle the tenderness.

Gavin's actions were filled with care, his movements unhurried, and he seemed intent on ensuring her comfort. Watching her expression shift into pleasure time and again filled him with a profound sense of satisfaction. As the night deepened, their breaths intertwined, becoming one.

Later, Jolie drifted into unconsciousness, her mind floating like waves at sea. She didn't even know when it had all ended. All she remembered was the warmth of his embrace, a warmth that she found herself reluctant to part with.

...

The next morning.

When Jolie opened her eyes, she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings, momentarily disoriented.

She had spent another night at his place and planned to go back home after everything was over.

how refreshed she felt, a clear sign that he

bare skin. Her fair complexion was marked with faint traces of intimacy, scattered like whispers of

awaited her. She picked them up

the room, she saw Gavin standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking on the phone. One hand rested on his hip, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs forming a striking silhouette. His voice was calm and steady, carrying a

over him, making his

uncontrollably. She quickly averted

He wasn't her type.

she needed

"Awake?"

turned around, and walked straight

"I'll head back

breakfast before you

about to refuse, but her stomach let out a perfectly timed growl,

opportunity, she nodded.

on an apron and began boiling water to

Jolie sat

watching the dining table,

his back. Unable to

out her phone and

resist,

a photo of him,

she looked at the picture, she froze, unsure why she

she didn't