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

Gavin's expression darkened instantly. His fingers traced over the scars, and suddenly, he leaned down, pressing gentle kisses along each one. Jolie froze in shock.

Her face showed disbelief as she tried to turn her head to look at him, but he held her down, making it impossible for her to move.

How could he kiss such ugly scars?

How could he bear to do it?

Wasn't his willingness to be with her because of her beauty?

At that moment, her understanding of him wavered.

As his kisses continued, her body trembled lightly.

Biting her finger to stifle her emotions, Jolie felt her breath quicken. His touch was feather-light, sweeping over every inch of her back like a soft breeze, making her unable to handle the tenderness.

Gavin's actions were filled with care, his movements unhurried, and he seemed intent on ensuring her comfort. Watching her expression shift into pleasure time and again filled him with a profound sense of satisfaction. As the night deepened, their breaths intertwined, becoming one.

Later, Jolie drifted into unconsciousness, her mind floating like waves at sea. She didn't even know when it had all ended. All she remembered was the warmth of his embrace, a warmth that she found herself reluctant to part with.

...

The next morning.

When Jolie opened her eyes, she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings, momentarily disoriented.

She had spent another night at his place and planned to go back home after everything was over.

a clear sign that he

her bare skin. Her fair complexion was marked with faint traces of intimacy, scattered like

awaited her. She picked them up and

One hand rested on his hip, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs forming a

sunlight poured over him, making his presence inexplicably

uncontrollably. She quickly averted her gaze,

He wasn't her type.

needed to

"Awake?"

phone, turned around, and walked straight toward

"I'll

breakfast before you leave," Gavin

refuse, but her stomach let out a

opportunity, she

tied on an apron and began boiling

Jolie sat

watching the dining table,

his back. Unable to

out her phone and

resist,

photo of

at the picture, she

she didn't delete

she rested her chin on