After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 1081

Jolie said nothing further, standing up and leaving without looking back.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it.

Ian’s perspective was on an entirely different wavelength from hers. She knew that even if it wasn’t her, he’d find someone "like-minded" eventually. People like him weren’t uncommon in their social circle.

But for now, she just couldn’t accept it.

Ian followed her out, holding up his phone. "Miss Quin, how about we exchange numbers? If you change your mind later, you can always reach out."

Jolie glanced at him, hesitated, and then pulled out her phone.

She couldn’t outright refuse and burn bridges. Who knew? They might end up as partners someday.

The two exchanged numbers.

Meanwhile, across the street.

A car was parked by the curb. The driver returned to the vehicle, handing a file to the man in the back seat.

"Mr. Cooper, here’s the document you requested."

Gavin’s gaze shifted from the pair across the street as he took the file and began flipping through it.

The driver got back into the car and started the engine. "Where to next, Mr. Cooper?"

Gavin didn’t respond. The rustle of pages turning filled the car, slow and deliberate, creating an odd sense of tension in the air.

The driver could feel a cold sweat forming on his back. After what felt like an eternity, Gavin’s voice finally broke the silence.

"Find out who that man is."

The driver blinked. "Who?"

Gavin’s sharp gaze flicked out the window.

The driver followed his line of sight and immediately spotted the man standing with Jolie. His heart skipped a beat.

He thought to himself, "This Miss Quin is certainly bold—already tied up with Mr. Cooper yet brazen enough to pursue someone else."

The driver quickly responded, "Understood."

Meanwhile, Jolie sneezed suddenly, frowning slightly. “Am I catching a cold?”

It seemed she’d need to take some medicine once she got home, just in case.

The door opened shortly after, revealing Gavin’s tall frame in the doorway.

He looked as though he’d just finished working out. Dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants, his breathing was uneven, and the collar of his shirt was soaked with sweat.

Jolie forced a faint smile. "Mr. Cooper."

Gavin turned without a word, leaving the door open for her to enter, then headed straight to the bedroom to shower.

Jolie sat on the couch in the living room, her gaze lowered, clutching her bag tightly. She couldn’t help but feel tense.

About twenty minutes later, the bedroom door opened. When she looked up, her eyes widened in shock.

Gavin walked out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

His broad shoulders and narrow waist formed a striking silhouette, with well-defined muscles glistening from droplets of water that trickled down his chest, disappearing into the towel.

He casually dried his damp hair with a towel in one hand. The wet strands fell messily across his forehead, softening his typically cold demeanor and giving him an air of seductive nonchalance.

Jolie’s cheeks flushed with a telltale redness. She quickly averted her gaze, but before she could react further, her chin was suddenly caught between his fingers, tilting her face upward.

The faint scent of cedar lingered as his lips descended upon hers.