After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

Chapter 1057

Jolie jerked her hand back instinctively, but before she could fully retreat, her wrist was firmly caught in a hot, unyielding grip.

Startled, she looked up and found Gavin awake, his dark, piercing gaze locked onto hers. She hadn't even noticed when he'd opened his eyes, but now he was staring at her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. ""Mr. Cooper, you're awake?"

Forcing a stiff smile, she tried to play it off casually, her tone light but betraying her unease.

"What were you doing?" His voice was deep, steady, and laced with suspicion as his sharp eyes bore into her.

"I saw you were asleep and thought I'd just let myself out to head home," she explained quickly. "I didn't mean to touch you. It was an accident. My apologies."

Her flustered tone melted into something more composed, her lips curling into a picture-perfect smile. The shift was almost seamless like a sly little fox slipping its mask back on. One moment she was frazzled; the next, she was polite and poised, as though nothing had happened.

Gavin didn't let go of her wrist.

In the dim light, it was hard to read his expression, but his grip remained firm.

"I brought you back here, and you were just going to leave without a word?"

Jolie blinked, caught off guard by his question.

What was that supposed to mean?

Was he upset?

Her fingers curled slightly, and she struggled to explain, "I... I did call your name, but you didn't wake up."

"So now you're blaming me?"

Jolie was speechless.

his presence seemed to intensify, pressing down on her. Her wrist remained in his grasp, and the

that wasn't my intention," she said, her tone softer now, hoping to defuse whatever had

he interrupted, his voice cold and

pinned in place, and the tension in

What was his problem?

hoping to find some clue to his mood, but all she saw was an impenetrable darkness. His emotions were completely unreadable. He

any man she'd ever encountered

serious, and

first glance, his detached demeanor might draw people in, but up close, he was rigid and devoid of

was distant and

he was shattering

was still cold, but not at

was unreasonably gripping her wrist, pressing her with questions

her limit. She tried to pull her wrist

didn't budge. Instead,

took

na hint of mockery."

I let you

run away?"

you

What?

face filled with

he

was up to