After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

The next morning, Jolie woke up nestled in Gavin's arms. His position hadn't changed much throughout the night, holding her securely as if she might vanish if he let go. Turning slightly, she glanced at his peaceful sleeping face. Still asleep, he seemed less sharp, more tranquil, the usual coldness in his features softened. "What are you staring at?"

Just as she was lost in thought, his slightly hoarse voice broke the silence.

Jolie quickly averted her gaze, her tone defensive. "I was wondering why you're still here."

Gavin opened his eyes, his gaze landing on her delicate profile. Without a word, he got up and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom had disposable toiletries prepared, and Gavin began washing up right there. Jolie cast him a quick glance before silently moving to stand beside him, brushing her teeth as well. Neither of them spoke, but as Jolie caught sight of their reflection in the mirror, a strange thought crossed her mind: they looked like a married couple who had been together for years. Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.

Finishing quickly, she left the bathroom in a hurry.

However, before she could take more than a few steps, Gavin strode over, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her back.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, startled, turning to look at him. "What are you doing?"

Gavin's intense gaze locked onto hers, his Adam's apple moving slightly. "The fourth time."

"What? Wait, you-"

Jolie tried to protest, but before she could finish, he had already carried her back to the bed. His kisses, faintly tasting of mouthwash, began to fall one after another.

Jolie was speechless.

Was this man possessed?

...

By the time everything was over, an hour and a half had passed.

The seventh time felt rushed, and it seemed Gavin wasn't entirely satisfied. If Jolie hadn't insisted they stop-reminding him she had things to do-he probably would have kept going, determined to make the most of every opportunity. After all, every chance used meant one less to come, and he seemed intent on treasuring each one.

Jolie dressed and adjusted herself, then said, "I'll go first. Wait a while before you leave."

Gavin glanced at her. "Am I someone who has to hide?"

Jolie gave him a sidelong look. "What do you think, Mr. Cooper?"

Gavin stared at her silently, his gaze heavy but unreadable.

Jolie glanced away indifferently, uninterested in engaging further. She applied her lipstick and walked toward the door.

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"Not necessary," she replied coldly, throwing the words over her shoulder as she opened the door and left.

What a joke.

Not treat her unfairly? What did he take her for?

There were only six times left.

Clenching her teeth, she silently hoped these six times would be over soon.

Later, Jolie joined Daisy to see off the guests. Ian approached her with a smile and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes, well enough," Jolie replied with a nod. "And you?"

lan chuckled lightly. "Not very well-I was a little excited."

She looked at him, surprised. "Excited about what?"

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Jolie was momentarily speechless. Forcing a small smile, she said, "I'll get back to work now."

"Alright," lan said, watching her leave, the smile on his face deepening.

As the cruise ship docked and all the guests disembarked, Jolie returned home with Terence and Daisy.

The moment they entered the house, the atmosphere turned tense.

Terence sat on the couch, his expression grim and foreboding. Daisy stood nearby, her brows

furrowed as she looked at Jolie.

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Daisy broke the silence. "Jolie, explain. What is going on?"