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?"

Jolie snapped, gritting her teeth as she refused to even look at

the bed and tried to stand, but the

even take

a furious glare the very picture of indignation aimed squarely at the culprit of her current

flopped back onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her

up!" she declared, her voice muffled by

she threw the blanket off

moment she'd met him, she'd never

didn't like to laugh by

curved slightly as he replied, "Why wouldn't I be able to

"Who knows? Maybe you're just pretending to

usually carried such a stern, unapproachable air, making it

closer, his

have a meeting to attend soon. If you need anything call me if you're hungry,

casual as he

braced one hand on the bed beside her and kissed her without

jerking her head to the side. His lips brushed against her

doing?!" she exclaimed,

with

near intimate enough for him

was just repaying

cleared, they

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

pressed another kiss there, slow and