After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger.

Jolie's hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.

What... was that?

Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Jolie replied, shaking her head and brushing it off.

The man outside was lan. Pretending not to know her was probably his way of avoiding unnecessary trouble-after all, they had already "broken up."

The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadn't seen lan or his group.

He turned back to her and asked, "Do you come here often?"

"Yeah," Jolie nodded. "I come here a lot with friends."

So, this was one of her favorite hidden gems. The fact that she was willing to share it with him felt significant somehow.

Gavin caught himself lingering on that thought and was momentarily taken aback by his own reaction. He kept his expression neutral, not letting on what had crossed his mind.

The food arrived quickly, and Jolie, excited as if presenting a treasure, slid the dishes toward him.

"Try it!" she said eagerly.

Gavin took a few bites and nodded. "It's good."

Looking at her, he added, "I can make this."

Jolie blinked, surprised. "You can cook that?"

"Yes," he replied. "Such cuisine is relatively simple."

"When do I get the honor of trying your cooking?" she asked, curious.

Gavin's gaze lingered on her. "You want to?"

Jolie nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling.

But Gavin leaned back slightly and said, "When you truly like me."

For a moment, Jolie froze, caught completely off guard.

The atmosphere in the private room grew heavy, almost suffocating.

Jolie tightened her grip on her fork, completely unprepared for his sudden comment.

Gavin clearly had no intention of letting the topic slide. He pressed on, "You agreed to be with me, but I'm certain you had your own reasons. Reasons that don't include liking

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Jolie bit her lip. Once again, he had hit the mark, exposing the thoughts she'd been trying to bury.

"So, Jolie, since we're together now, I hope we can both approach this relationship seriously. Let's not treat it like a game."

Jolie sat in silence, stunned.

Bullseye. Every word hit home.

She set her utensils down, inwardly feeling but outwardly

to respond. "Don't

worry. I'll take it

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"Good," Gavin said, picking up his fork again and returning to his meal.

Jolie, however, felt like she couldn't breathe.

"I'm going to the restroom," she said abruptly, standing up.

She needed air. The room felt too small, too stifling.

Slipping out, she made her way to the restroom. Looking into the mirror, she barely recognized herself. Her expression was tense, unsettled. Sigh...

This was the problem with dealing with someone so sharp. Everything she thought she could hide was easily seen through.

"Are you Jolie Quin?"

The sudden voice startled her. She turned to see a girl with delicate, sweet features standing behind her.

But her gaze was cold, and hostility radiated from her.

There was no mistaking it-this girl was here with an agenda.

Jolie was certain she didn't know this girl.

"And you are?" she asked, turning fully to face her.

The girl's hands were clenched into fists as she stared at Jolie, her gaze unwavering. After a moment, her eyes turned red, and to Jolie's shock, tears began streaming down her face in big, heavy drops.

"You..." Jolie was completely taken aback.

What on earth was going on?

Why was she crying out of nowhere?

Before she could react further, the girl suddenly dropped to her knees, clutching the hem of Jolie's dress.

"Please," the girl begged, her voice trembling. "Don't take lan from me. I love him so much."