After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Gavin couldn't resist her soft, pleading tone and surrendered with a resigned sigh.
"Knock, knock, knock!" The knocking grew more insistent, and Jolie, catching her breath, glanced at him.
"Untie me," she said softly, her voice still tinged with warmth, her eyes carrying a dazed allure. She looked utterly captivating.
Gavin swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. He really didn't want to let her leave the bed, but reluctantly, he
unbound her wrists.
Jolie stumbled slightly as she got up, quickly making her way to the bathroom. After washing her face and wrapping herself in a
robe to look composed, she approached the door and opened it. Standing outside, as she had feared, was Daisy.
"Jolie, what's going on? Why did it take you so long to open the door?" Daisy frowned, her expression stern.
"I just fell asleep," Jolie replied, her voice calm. "Is something wrong, Mom?"
Daisy stepped forward. "Let me in. I have something to talk to you about."
No way!

Gavin was still inside, and if Daisy discovered him here, she'd likely demand they get married on the spot!
Jolie bit her lip and lowered her gaze. "Mom, it's my birthday. Can we not have this conversation tonight? I really don't want to
hear it."
"You..." Daisy faltered, caught off guard by her response.
She gave Jolie a conflicted look, sighed, and said, "Fine. We'll talk when we get back. But my stance remains the same I do not
approve of you and lan." With that, she turned and left.
Jolie watched her retreating figure, the fleeting joy from moments earlier thoroughly extinguished. Closing the door, she turned
and froze at the sight before her. Gavin stood by the window, his upper body bare, the defined lines of his muscles illuminated by
the soft light, making his physique look both powerful and striking.
"Mr. Cooper, you should leave. I'm tired tonight," Jolie said flatly. She had no desire to continue. Her mood was entirely gone.
Hearing her, Gavin turned his head, his gaze flickering briefly over her. Then, without a word, he began walking toward her.

Jolie stared at him, confused by his intentions. "What are you doing?"
Gavin scooped her up without hesitation and carried her toward the bed.
Jolie frowned. "Gavin, I don't want to continue this. Can you just leave me alone?"

He said nothing, placing her gently on the bed. Before she could react, he slid onto the mattress beside her, pulled open her
robe, and tossed it to the floor. Her body stiffened immediately-she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Without hesitation, Gavin's hands moved over her, kneading her softness firmly before wrapping her tightly in his arms. "Sleep."
He held her so securely it felt as though he intended to fuse her into him. The sensation left Jolie feeling uncomfortably
restrained.
"Gavin, why don't you go back to your own room to sleep?" she suggested, her voice tinged with awkwardness. Sharing a bed
like this wasn't something she was used to Eyes closed, Gavin's deep voice rumbled, "If you don't want to sleep, we can keep
going."
"I'll sleep! I'm sleeping right now," Jolie blurted out, closing her eyes instantly without a moment's hesitation.
The room plunged into darkness. Jolie focused on steadying her breathing, trying to will herself into sleep.
But in the stillness, her senses seemed amplified. She could feel the firm strength of the arm wrapped around her, the broad
expanse of his chest, and the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat-a sound she'd found herself drawn to in the past, wanting
to lean closer and listen more intently.
It was all a mess now. Everything was spiraling out of her control.
Turning onto her side, she shifted to face away from him. Yet in the next moment, Gavin tightened his embrace, pulling her even
closer into his arms.
Jolie opened her eyes, staring out into the pitch-black night beyond the window. A faint trace of bewilderment flickered in her
gaze as if she couldn't quite understand how things had come to this.