After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas)

Gavin's expression darkened instantly. His fingers traced over the scars, and suddenly, he leaned down, pressing gentle kisses along each one. Jolie froze in shock.

Her face showed disbelief as she tried to turn her head to look at him, but he held her down, making it impossible for her to move.

How could he kiss such ugly scars?

How could he bear to do it?

Wasn't his willingness to be with her because of her beauty?

At that moment, her understanding of him wavered.

As his kisses continued, her body trembled lightly.

Biting her finger to stifle her emotions, Jolie felt her breath quicken. His touch was feather-light, sweeping over every inch of her back like a soft breeze, making her unable to handle the tenderness.

Gavin's actions were filled with care, his movements unhurried, and he seemed intent on ensuring her comfort. Watching her expression shift into pleasure time and again filled him with a profound sense of satisfaction. As the night deepened, their breaths intertwined, becoming one.

Later, Jolie drifted into unconsciousness, her mind floating like waves at sea. She didn't even know when it had all ended. All she remembered was the warmth of his embrace, a warmth that she found herself reluctant to part with.

...

The next morning.

When Jolie opened her eyes, she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings, momentarily disoriented.

She had spent another night at his place and planned to go back home after everything was over.

Turning over, she noticed how refreshed she felt, a clear sign that he had bathed her afterward.

She sat up, and the blanket slipped down, revealing her bare skin. Her fair complexion was marked with faint traces of intimacy, scattered like whispers of the night before.

By the bedside, a neatly folded set of clothes awaited her. She picked them up and quickly got dressed.

Stepping out of the room, she saw Gavin standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking on the phone. One hand rested on his hip, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs forming a striking silhouette. His voice was calm and steady, carrying a cold detachment.

The sunlight poured over him, making his presence inexplicably dazzling.

Jolie's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably. She quickly averted her gaze, forcing herself to calm down.

He wasn't her type.

So, she needed to stay composed.

"Awake?"

Gavin hung up the phone, turned around, and walked straight toward her.

Jolie nodded. "I'll head back now."

"Have breakfast before you leave," Gavin said.

She was about to refuse, but her stomach let out a perfectly timed growl, betraying her hunger.

Taking the opportunity, she nodded. "Alright."

Gavin tied on an apron and began boiling water to make noodles.

Jolie sat

watching the dining table,

his back. Unable to

out her phone and

resist,

snapped a photo of him, et

When she looked at the picture, she froze, unsure why she had taken it.

Still, she didn't delete it.

Setting the phone aside, she rested her chin on her hand and continued watching him cook.

He moved with an effortless

precision his gestures simple and clean, his expression focused yet detached, as though nothing could stir his emotions.

No, that wasn't entirely true.

In bed, his emotions had been anything but calm. They were intense and layered, impossible to ignore.

Jolie's cheeks flushed at the memory, and she quickly lowered her gaze, fiddling with her phone to distract herself.

In less than ten minutes, the pasta

was ready. As the plate was placed in front of her, Jolie blinked in. surprise. Why did this look exactly like the plain pasta she had made for him last night? en FindNovel

"Give it a try," Gavin said. "First time making something so simple and bland."

Jolie was speechless.

She strongly suspected he was mocking her!

How infuriating!

Annoyed, she wanted to snap back, but hunger won out. Picking up her utensils, she reluctantly took a bite. Then... she couldn't stay mad.

It was delicious!

Way better than what she had cooked!