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.

slightly as he changed into the slippers, his eyes scanning the

mood. He suppressed the urge

take long to notice the absence of anything

They weren't living together.

eased, and his expression

to his inner turmoil, Jolie pulled out some pasta and asked, "Do you want vegetables in

"Sure," he replied simply.

call you when it's ready," Jolie said as she

"Alright."

hum, shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it over the armrest of the couch. He loosened his tie, sank into the sofa, and

time. Jolie tidied up the dining table first before heading to the living room

"Mr. Cooper?"

out, but there was

closer, she saw him leaning back with his eyes closed, exhaustion etched

Seriously?

asleep just

She wasn't about to let him nap here. The sooner he ate and left, the better-it was

reached out and gave him a gentle nudge. "Mr. Cooper, the

Still no response.

and she pushed him a

then, his hand shot up, grabbing her wrist. Before she could react, a sudden force pulled her