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

Jolie fiddled with her phone, trying to find the perfect angle for a good photo.

Less than ten minutes later, there was a knock on the private dining room door. "Come in," Gavin said calmly.

A man in a tailored suit entered, holding a professional camera in his hand.

Jolie looked at him in confusion. "Who's this?"

Gavin replied, "He's an excellent photographer, a first-place winner in an international photography competition. Let him take your photos."

"What?" Jolie blinked in disbelief, glancing between the man and Gavin.

So, because she complained about his lack of photography skills, he brought in someone with top-tier skills? And not just anyone-a world champion? Oh, dear!

Jolie was suddenly at a loss for words. She opened her mouth but struggled to find the right thing to say. After a moment, she stammered, "Uh... actually, it's not necessary." "Not taking pictures anymore?" Gavin asked.

Jolie shook her head. "No, I'm not. I'm hungry."

Having someone else take photos while they were on a date just felt odd. Besides, if Gavin wasn't good at taking pictures, she could always teach him!

With a casual wave of his hand, Gavin dismissed the photographer, who left immediately.

Jolie couldn't hold back her laughter and said, "I can teach you if you want. Are you willing to learn?"

considered it for a moment. He knew her photography skills were

he replied,

for some monumental task, and Jolie couldn't help

in hand, and sat right next to Gavin. She truly

her surprise, Gavin took her lesson seriously. Before long, he

them took photos while eating, creating a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. Time slipped away without them even

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he engaged effortlessly-even trivial celebrity gossip. His occasional remarks often made her burst into laughter with their

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she had anticipated, left Jolie feeling completely at ease, both physically

evening, in the dimly lit movie theater, Jolie couldn't help but glance

for this row?" she

drifted closer, Gavin kept his gaze on the screen and replied softly, "I

by not booking out the entire

lively atmosphere of watching a movie with an audience, he had settled for buying just the seats in their row instead. Jolie's lips

something

chosen a horror movie-foreign, full of jump scares and suspense. Throughout the film, Jolie's nerves were wound

turned her head, nearly letting