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

Jolie smiled lightly and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Goodbye, Mr. Cooper."

She turned toward the door, but the sound of steady footsteps followed her. He was coming after her. Frowning slightly, she turned back to face him. "What's this about, Mr. Cooper?"

Gavin met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "I haven't had dinner yet."

"Then go eat," Jolie replied flatly.

He countered calmly, "I hired Jackie for you."

Jolie froze.

Was he seriously trying to claim credit?

Unbelievable. How petty could this man get?

Pulling out her phone, she said, "Tell me how much it cost, and I'll transfer the money to you."

Gavin shook his head. "Just make me a plate of pasta. Consider it payment."

Jolie eyed him suspiciously. "That's it? Just a plate of pasta?"

"Yes," Gavin confirmed.

Still unsure, Jolie studied him for a moment, then turned and unlocked her door. She stepped inside, tossing a pair of disposable slippers at his feet.

fell briefly to the slippers, then to a second pair by the door. His expression cooled slightly

sparked a dark edge to his mood. He suppressed the urge to vent his

absence of anything that

They weren't living together.

his chest eased, and

turmoil, Jolie pulled out some pasta and asked, "Do you want

"Sure," he replied simply.

seat. I'll call you when it's ready," Jolie

"Alright."

of the couch. He loosened his tie, sank into the sofa, and leaned back, closing his eyes as if

dining

"Mr. Cooper?"

but

back with

Seriously?

asleep

about to let him nap here. The sooner he ate

a gentle nudge. "Mr.

Still no response.

frown deepened, and she pushed him a little

react, a sudden force pulled her forward, and she landed against him, sprawled across