After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Daisy said, "I'll go with you."
Jolie didn't respond, simply turning and heading toward the restroom.
The restroom was spacious, and Jolie entered one of the stalls, locking the door behind her.
Daisy waited near the sinks, glancing at her watch. After five minutes, her brow furrowed. "Jolie?" she called out.
From inside, Jolie answered faintly, "My stomach hurts."
Daisy stepped closer to the stall. "Is it serious?"
"It shouldn't be," Jolie replied. "I'll be fine in a bit."
"Alright, I'll wait outside," Daisy said, though her expression showed growing impatience.
The restroom wasn't in the VIP lounge, so it was busier and less pristine than Daisy was used to. She stood with an air of
distaste, her irritation evident in her posture.
"Excuse me, whose luggage is this? One of the bags seems to be damaged," an airport staff member said, approaching with a
phone displaying a photo of the suitcase in question. Daisy glanced at the screen, her frown deepening. "It's mine. What
happened to it?"
"I'm not sure," the staff member explained. "It suddenly came apart. Could you come check it out?"

Daisy hesitated, glancing back toward the restroom.
She felt uneasy leaving, but the damaged suitcase contained some valuable items. If something was missing, it might delay the
flight.
"Jolie, when you're done, come find me," Daisy called into the restroom.
"Alright," Jolie replied, her voice calm.
Daisy reluctantly exited the restroom.
Two minutes later, the stall door opened, and Jolie stepped out.

As she smoothed her clothes, the airport announcement began broadcasting the boarding call for her flight.
Jolie walked straight toward the boarding gate.
Daisy, standing a short distance away, quickly called out, "Jolie, your luggage!"
Jolie raised her hand, holding up a small bag that contained all her important documents.
Daisy froze, realization dawning-those items weren't in the suitcase?
By the time she looked up again, Jolie had already passed through the gate and was walking further inside.
Daisy stared at her daughter's retreating figure, a faint sense of unease creeping into her heart.
Jolie hadn't even turned back to say goodbye. Was she really that angry?
Feeling lost and unsettled, Daisy left the airport.

Half an hour later, a slim figure emerged from the airport lobby and slipped into a waiting car.
"Phew..." Jolie exhaled deeply, pulling off her hat and running a hand through her hair, her tension visibly easing.
In the front seat, Aaron and Selena turned to look at her.
"Hello, Aaron!" Jolie greeted with a bright smile, extending her hand confidently.
Aaron shook her hand and asked, "Any problems?"
"None. Everything went smoothly," Jolie replied, shaking her head.
Selena glanced at her. "Where do you want to stay? Larbor City, or somewhere else?"
"I'm not sure yet," Jolie said thoughtfully. "But I'm definitely not staying at your place. I don't want to be a third wheel."
Selena considered for a moment before offering, "Then stay at my apartment."
With that, the car pulled away from the curb and headed toward the city.

The car pulled into the underground complex. Aaron and parking lot of an upscale zie to the elevator, taking it up to the 21st
floor.
As they stepped out, Selena said, "You'll need to register your fingerprint for access. This will be your place for now, but if you
don't like it, we can find somewhere else."
She turned to look at Jolie, only to be caught off guard when Jolie suddenly lunged forward and hugged her tightly.
Selena froze, her entire body stiffening in shock.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice awkward and rigid.
Jolie clung to her, her voice muffled but filled with emotion. "Sister, thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Selena looked utterly distressed, her eyes darting toward Aaron like a silent plea for help. She desperately hoped he'd step in
and save her from this overwhelming moment.