After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Gavin wrapped an arm tightly around her slender waist, refusing to let go. Instead, he pulled her even closer, his grip firm and unyielding.

Jolie pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push herself back. "Thank you, Mr. Cooper."Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

But before she could retreat, his grip tightened, holding her in place. Instead of creating distance, it only brought her closer, their bodies now pressed together, every movement amplified by the proximity. Jolie frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing, Mr. Cooper?"

"You've got a boyfriend now," Gavin said, his dark eyes fixed on her. "When did that happen?"

Jolie pursed her lips. "I don't think that's any of your business."

"Is that so?" His tone remained cold, but there was a dangerous edge to it that sent a chill down her spine.

"You're my woman. Getting a boyfriend now is that your way of insulting me?" His voice dropped further, laced with a quiet menace, his gaze sharpening as he spoke.

"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Cooper," Jolie said, her tone forced but firm. "I'm not your woman."

Gavin leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear, sending shivers through her. "Really? Because not long ago, you were in my bed, moaning my name. And now you're going to tell me you're not mine? Do you believe that? Do you think anyone else would?" "Shut up!" Jolie snapped, glaring at him, her face flushing with embarrassment and anger. "Gavin, we both know exactly what our arrangement is. Eight more times, and when it's over, we'll have nothing to do with each other."

"You said it yourself when it's over. So, tell me, is it over yet?" Gavin watched her, his amusement evident as he noted her frustration.

She still had to come to him, still had to fulfill their agreement, and yet here she was, parading around with a new boyfriend? The thought disgusted him.

Jolie bit her lip, her eyes glaring at him. What was he playing at? Was he here to sabotage her?

"Jolie Quin," he said suddenly, his voice low but commanding as he called her name.

Jolie froze for a moment. Since meeting him, this was the first time Gavin had ever called her by full name.

Still dazed, his voice came again, calm but cutting. "I know exactly what you're thinking. But I've told you before-everything you're doing is futile. As long as I'm here, your parents will never agree to you being with him. The two of you are

destined to fail."

He threw her own words back at her, word for word.

Frustration bubbled inside Jolie. The way he so effortlessly saw through her, as though she had no secrets left, made her feel utterly exposed Worse, there was a suffocating sense of inevitability-as if ng matter how hard she tried, she could never break free of his control.

Dropping her hands in defeat, she let him hold her. Her voice turned cold as she replied, "Gavin, the more you tell me something is impossible, the more want to prove you wrong. Let's see if what I'm doing really is futile."

"A defiant little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his tone laced with faint amusement.

Gavin's gaze softened for a moment, settling on her lips, delicate and petal-like. Before she could react, he leaned in and kissed her.

His lips pressed against hers with a forceful intensity, moving and dominating, his tongue parting her lips and claiming her space with unwavering determination.

"Mmph!" Jolie whimpered, pushing against him in protest, but he stepped closer, pinning her firmly against the railing. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head, as he deepened the kiss. The kiss was relentless, a display of raw possession and overwhelming dominance.

Jolie struggled at first, unable to endure his overpowering assertiveness, but soon she felt herself giving in. Her fingers clutched his suit jacket, gripping it so tightly that the fabric crumpled beneath her hands.