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

Jolie took a bite of the noodles and then looked over at Gavin.

"What is it?" Gavin asked in a calm tone, meeting her gaze.

Setting her utensils down, Jolie stared at him earnestly. "Tell me, how did you make this? Can you teach me?"

The same pasta, the same vegetables, the same seasoning-how could it taste so much better when he made it?

How on earth did he do it?

She was dying to know!

"No," Gavin replied bluntly.

Jolie's expression almost crumbled.

Grabbing his arm, she began to shake it lightly. "Come on, teach me! I'm willing to pay tuition. This is really so good! Teach me, won't you?"

She was trying to coax him.

Gavin glanced at her small hands resting on his arm.

In the past, she was always polite and reserved around him, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor. But now, she had dropped the mask, gradually revealing more of her genuine emotions in front of him. And this playful, coaxing behavior? That was something reserved for those she felt close to.

The fact that she was acting this way with him-didn't it mean she now considered him someone important?

raced with thoughts, but outwardly,

"No," he repeated.

hands as

she muttered to herself.

Hmph!

calm voice, he said, "If you want

him and focused on

finishing the entire plate of pasta, she wiped her mouth clean, got up,

for such

the nerve to say she could come to him if she wanted

thought about it more, her anger

Ahem...

was a good

what

hadn't figured out how

five chances left. She could take her time and

...

the imposter overseas had narrowly avoided getting caught time and again. Each incident was a

listened with her heart pounding

Gavin knocked on her

stood at the doorway, looking

eyes locked onto hers. "Do you think I'm here

Jolie blinked. "Aren't you?"