After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 1074

”Scoundrel…” she thought.

This man was utterly despicable.

Jolie passed out, and before her consciousness faded completely, she bit him out of sheer frustration. But with no strength left, the effort was more symbolic than effective.

…

The next morning.

The motorized curtains slid open automatically, and sunlight poured into the room, bright and unrelenting. Jolie stirred as the light hit her face, groaning softly before lifting an arm to shield her eyes. She slowly forced them open.

This wasn’t the private suite from last night.

The bedroom was large, its minimalist design starkly cold in shades of black, white, and gray.

She immediately knew where she was.

Only he would decorate a house in such lifeless, joyless tones.

Turning over, she let out an involuntary whimper. Her back ached, her legs were sore, and every movement sent tremors through the muscles of her thighs.

She bit her lip, her frustration mounting as tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the pain.

Just then, Gavin walked in.

He stopped at the sight of her—her fair skin wrapped in his deep-gray comforter, her arms exposed, and faint marks trailing over her shoulders. She was struggling to sit up, the delicate tear stains at the edges of her eyes stirring something deep within him.

Suppressing his thoughts, he asked calmly, “Do you need a massage?”

“No! I don’t!” Jolie snapped, gritting her teeth as she refused to even look at him.

After an arduous effort, she managed to sit upright. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand, but the moment her feet touched the floor, her body betrayed her with a visible tremble.

She couldn’t even take a step.

Her anger surged as she turned and shot him a furious glare—the very picture of indignation aimed squarely at the culprit of her current misery.

With a huff, Jolie flopped back onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her head.

"I’m not getting up!" she declared, her voice muffled by the fabric.

From beneath the covers, she suddenly heard a low, muted chuckle.

Startled, she threw the blanket off and stared at him, wide-eyed.

“You… you can laugh?” she asked in disbelief.

From the moment she’d met him, she’d never seen him crack a smile.

“Was he just someone who didn’t like to laugh by nature?” she wondered.