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

suppressed the urge to vent

the absence of anything that might belong to a

They weren't living together.

in his chest eased, and his expression

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 headed toward

"Alright."

tossing it over the armrest of the couch. He loosened his tie,

up the dining table first before heading to the

"Mr. Cooper?"

but there was

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

Seriously?

fallen asleep just sitting

let him nap here. The sooner

gentle nudge. "Mr. Cooper, the pasta is

Still no response.

deepened, and she pushed him

she could react, a sudden force pulled her forward, and she