After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm.

It felt as though there was nothing he couldn't handle.

As long as he wanted to.

Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright."

When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn't resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?"

The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately-especially since there were others around to hear it.

Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want."

She turned her head, avoiding his gaze entirely.

Her sudden bashfulness didn't go unnoticed. Gavin's eyes lingered on her, watching as a soft blush crept over her pale ears. A faint, uncharacteristic smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it. The captain, observing the interaction with amusement, chuckled. "Does your father know? I bet he'd be thrilled if he did."

The captain had known Wilfried for years, serving as the Coopers' private pilot and watching the family's children grow up. His familiarity made the question lighthearted but genuine.

replied, his

a brow,

out and took Jolie's hand. "Let's

him to lead her onto the

the private jet was breathtakingly luxurious, complete with every possible comfort and entertainment one could imagine. Jolie's eyes widened in surprise, her awe hard to hide. Her family was well-off, but compared to the Coopers, they were utterly

her again, with startling clarity, just how vast the gap

her with nothing more than a glance at this

said, "It'll take 12 hours to get to Francia. You can rest comfortably

but

wide awake. She wandered around the cabin,

before settling onto the sofa in the lounge

already removed his jacket, now dressed in a sleek black vest over a crisp white shirt. He exuded an air of quiet sophistication, his posture calm and composed as he

of his

distant demeanor of

times before that he wasn't her

she