After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Jolie took a bite of the noodles and then looked over at Gavin.

"What is it?" Gavin asked in a calm tone, meeting her gaze.

Setting her utensils down, Jolie stared at him earnestly. "Tell me, how did you make this? Can you teach me?"

The same pasta, the same vegetables, the same seasoning-how could it taste so much better when he made it?

How on earth did he do it?

She was dying to know!

"No," Gavin replied bluntly.

Jolie's expression almost crumbled.

Grabbing his arm, she began to shake it lightly. "Come on, teach me! I'm willing to pay tuition. This is really so good! Teach me, won't you?"

She was trying to coax him.

Gavin glanced at her small hands resting on his arm.

In the past, she was always polite and reserved around him, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor. But now, she had dropped the mask, gradually revealing more of her genuine emotions in front of him. And this playful, coaxing behavior? That was something reserved for those she felt close to.

that she was acting this way with him-didn't it mean she now

with thoughts, but outwardly, he remained

"No," he repeated.

her hands as she returned

don't teach me!" she muttered to herself. "Stingy

Hmph!

calm voice, he said, "If you want to eat it again,

focused on

plate of pasta, she wiped her mouth clean, got up, and

eyebrow slightly. She had quite the temper for such a petty matter, but he

sat on the couch, still fuming. He wouldn't teach her and even had the nerve to say she could come to

thought about

Ahem...

a good excuse to interact

what Selena had told

was that she still hadn't figured out how

were five chances left. She could take her

...

imposter overseas had narrowly avoided getting caught time and again. Each incident was a dangerously close call, leaving Jolie on edge with every new

with her heart pounding in

Gavin knocked on