After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

The reason it wasn't the same was simple-her plan would fall apart if she got caught.

Of course, that wasn't something she could admit.

Jolie simply said, "I just don't want any unnecessary complications. Since you've already arranged the flight, let's just leave directly."

Gavin's dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didn't press the issue.

It was clear she didn't want to talk about it any further, so he let it drop.

When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked out together. A car was already waiting at the entrance. Gavin, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her. The car pulled away from Cooper Enterprises, and Gavin asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Jolie, busy typing on her phone, replied, "I know a good restaurant."

It was a cozy place she loved, one she often visited with her friends.

"Alright," Gavin replied, pulling out his phone to respond to some emails. With his work condensed into such a tight schedule, he seized every spare moment to handle it.

Jolie put her phone away and glanced at him. He was focused on his screen, his expression calm and composed, with an air of restraint.

His sharp features and well-defined profile were strikingly handsome, but the cold aura he exuded often kept people at a distance.

Still, he wasn't as bad as he seemed.

As she stared at him, she found herself lost in thought.

Gavin noticed her gaze but didn't stop her. Instead, he waited to see how long she'd keep looking. To his surprise, she stared at him the entire ride.

As they neared their destination, Gavin finally set his phone aside and lifted his eyes to meet hers. His gaze locked with her eyes, full of clarity and curiosity.

"Do you like my face?"

"Huh?"

The sudden question snapped Jolie out of her daze. Realizing she'd been staring at him the whole time, a faint blush crept up her pale cheeks, and she looked slightly embarrassed. "Well, your face is very good-looking."

If only it weren't attached to him, she might have actually found it appealing.

Gavin's gaze deepened, and out of the blue, he asked, "Jolie, why did you suddenly agree to my confession?"

The question caught her off guard.

Jolie froze for a moment.

Could she admit that she simply wanted to enjoy life while it lasted?

Probably not.

She didn't know him well enough yet to risk stepping on any landmines, so she chose her words carefully. "Well, I think we're a good match." She was referring to their compatibility in bed.

Of course, she wasn't about to say that out loud. It wasn't something she could or would-admit, so she left it up to him to interpret.

A good match?

In what way?novelbin

Gavin found himself seriously considering her words. By all accounts, they were people from completely different worlds.

She was lively, carefree, and passionate about photography, with a vibrant and outgoing personality.

He, on the other hand, was reserved, disciplined, and almost rigidly composed, with barely any hobbies to speak of.

How could they possibly be a good match?

But this was the reason she gave him, so chose to take her at her word. For now, he had no other choice-she was a mystery he could no longer unravel.

The car came to a stop.

Inside the restaurant, the atmosphere was serene and calming, A server guided them to a private room. Jolie took off her hat and mask, exhaling a soft breath.

She felt so hot!

She couldn't wait to leave for Francia. She was tired of sneaking around and hiding all the time.

The server handed over the menu, and Jolie passed it to Gavin. "Go ahead and order."

"You come here often. You know what's good. You should place an order," Gavin replied.

"Fair enough," Jolie said with a nod.

She ordered the restaurant's signature dishes along with a few of her favorites. The server left the room, closing the door behind them.

Just as the door was about to shut

completely, a group of people

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walked past in the hallway. Jolie

caught sight of them and raised her

eyebrows in surprise.