After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

As expected.

Jolie lowered her gaze slightly. Her pale face carried a fragile determination as she sat at the edge of the dining table. Her slender frame looked too weak to resist, yet the defiance in her eyes told another story. She couldn't escape.

But she wasn't willing to give in.

"I won't break up with him," she said, raising her eyes with a clear and unwavering resolve.

Terence let out a cold laugh. "Well, you've got guts. You really are my daughter. Let's see how long your resolve lasts!"

With that, he abruptly stood and stormed out of the dining room.

Daisy frowned at Jolie. "Jolie, why are you so stubborn? Ian Wheeler isn't the right person for you. Why won't you listen to us? Do you really think we'd harm you?" Jolie replied calmly, "Is what's 'right' always the best?"

"Of course," Daisy said firmly. "If someone fits in every way, that's what's best."

"I don't agree," Jolie said softly, her gaze dropping as she rejected her mother's words.

"You're being too narrow-minded," Daisy sighed in frustration. "One day, you'll understand that everything we're doing is for your own good."

Jolie didn't respond further and began eating, though there was no life to her actions. She looked like a lifeless robot, her spirit dulled and devoid of any vibrancy.

...

After Jolie was discharged, Jackie immediately passed the news to Gavin.

Gavin sat in his expansive office, his fingers lightly gripping his phone. He kept tapping the screen to wake it, only to let it go dark again moments later. This repeated several times, his brow furrowing more deeply with each cycle.

What was he waiting for?

Was he hoping for a message from her?

But that night, she had rejected him.

And for the past month, he hadn't reached out to her either.

Even though he received updates about her every single day.

Jackie, always warm-hearted, seemed to have sensed his thoughts and took it upon herself to report everything about Jolie's daily life.

She told him what Jolie ate each day, how her injury was healing, whether she was resting well, how long she watched TV, how much time she spent on her phone and who came to visit her.

Through Jackie's updates, it felt as though a vivid, living image of Jolie appeared right in front of him.

Gavin had assumed that since they weren't together, time would eventually dull his feelings.

To his surprise, the opposite was true-he found himself wanting her more with each passing day. To see her. To hold her. To kiss her. To make her his, entirely and without restraint.

These thoughts grew wilder and more uncontrollable with each passing day.

Gavin knew this wasn't right. She had rejected him. She had her principles, and he ought to respect them.

But another part of him argued what was wrong with this?

If he wanted her, he should have her.

Her current boyfriend was worthless and unfit for her. He should help her make the right choice.

Caught in this internal conflict, Gavin grew increasingly agitated.

His hand, which had been spinning a pen between his fingers, froze

mid. After a brief pause, he

grabbed his phone and dialed her number.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

After three rings, the call was automatically disconnected.

She wasn't answering his call?

Had she forgotten she still owed him six more obligations?

Gavin's gaze darkened, the usual calm in his eyes disrupted by an unusual storm of emotions.

Pressing the intercom button, he called his assistant into the office.

"Yes, Mr. Cooper? Do you need something?"

Gavin's voice was low and firm. "Look into her situation."Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

The assistant blinked in confusion. "Her?"

Gavin shot him a glance. "Jolie Quin."

Understanding dawned on the assistant. "Oh, right! Got it. I'll handle it right away!"

As he turned to leave, his face betrayed his shock.

Gavin actually cared about a woman!