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

Chapter 1074

"Scoundrel..." she thought.

This man was utterly despicable.

Jolie passed out, and before her consciousness faded completely, she bit him out of sheer frustration. But with no strength left, the effort was more symbolic than effective.

...

The next morning.

The motorized curtains slid open automatically, and sunlight poured into the room, bright and unrelenting. Jolie stirred as the light hit her face, groaning softly before lifting an arm to shield her eyes. She slowly forced them open. This wasn't the private suite from last night.

The bedroom was large, its minimalist design starkly cold in shades of black, white, and gray.

She immediately knew where she was.

Only he would decorate a house in such lifeless, joyless tones.

Turning over, she let out an involuntary whimper. Her back ached, her legs were sore, and every movement sent tremors through the muscles of her thighs.

She bit her lip, her frustration mounting as tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the pain.

Just then, Gavin walked in.

He stopped at the sight of her her fair skin wrapped in his deep-gray comforter, her arms exposed, and faint marks trailing over her shoulders. She was struggling to sit up, the delicate tear stains at the edges of her eyes stirring something deep within him. Suppressing his thoughts, he asked calmly, "Do you need a massage?"

teeth as she refused

the side of the bed and tried to stand, but the moment her feet

couldn't even

as she turned and shot him a furious glare the very picture of indignation aimed squarely at the culprit of her

flopped back onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her

not getting up!" she declared,

threw the blanket off and stared at him, wide-eyed. "You... you can laugh?" she asked

him, she'd

didn't like to laugh

slightly as he replied, "Why wouldn't I

just pretending to be all brooding and

a stern, unapproachable air, making it seem like he was impossible

closer, his

to its usual calm. "You can keep lying down. I have a meeting to attend soon. If

was casual as he

he braced one hand on the bed

head to the side.

are you doing?!" she exclaimed,

with

anywhere near intimate enough for him to kiss her whenever he felt

repaying a

debt was cleared, they would

warm breath lingered on her cheek, brushing over her skin, which felt

and deliberate, as