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.

to the slippers, then to a second pair by the door. His expression cooled slightly as he changed into the slippers, his eyes scanning the apartment methodically.

sparked a dark edge to his mood. He suppressed the urge to vent his frustration, his sharp eyes quickly

the absence of anything that might

They weren't living together.

tension in his chest eased, and

his inner turmoil, Jolie pulled out some pasta and

"Sure," he replied simply.

call you when it's ready," Jolie said

"Alright."

off his suit jacket and tossing it over the armrest of the couch. He loosened his tie,

Jolie tidied up the dining table first before heading to the living

"Mr. Cooper?"

out, but there was no

leaning back with his eyes closed, exhaustion

Seriously?

asleep just

sooner he ate and

a gentle nudge. "Mr.

Still no response.

frown deepened, and she

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