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?"

snapped, gritting her teeth as she refused to even

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

even take

shot him a furious glare the very picture of indignation aimed squarely at the culprit

back onto the bed, pulling the comforter

getting up!" she declared,

heard a low, muted chuckle. Startled, she threw the blanket off and stared at him, wide-eyed. "You... you can laugh?" she

moment she'd met him, she'd never

just someone who didn't like to laugh

he replied, "Why wouldn't I be able

scoffed lightly. "Who knows? Maybe you're just pretending to be all brooding and

explain why he usually carried such a stern, unapproachable air, making it seem

stepped closer,

down. I have a meeting to attend soon. If

tone was casual as he gave

on the bed beside her

head to the side. His lips brushed

doing?!"

was with this sudden

relationship wasn't anywhere near intimate enough for him to kiss her whenever he felt like

just repaying

was cleared, they would be

immediately. His warm breath lingered on her cheek, brushing over her skin, which felt soft

there, slow and deliberate, as if reluctant to