Jolie jerked her hand back instinctively, but before she could fully retreat, her wrist was firmly caught in a hot, unyielding grip. Startled, she looked up and found Gavin awake, his dark, piercing gaze locked onto hers. She hadn’t even noticed when he’d opened his eyes, but now he was staring at her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. “Mr. Cooper, you’re awake?” Forcing a stiff smile, she tried to play it off casually, her tone light but betraying her unease. “What were you doing?” His voice was deep, steady, and laced with suspicion as his sharp eyes bore into her. “I saw you were asleep and thought I’d just let myself out to head home,” she explained quickly. “I didn’t mean to touch you. It was an accident. My apologies.” Her flustered tone melted into something more composed, her lips curling into a picture-perfect smile. The shift was almost seamless like a sly little fox slipping its mask back on. One moment she was frazzled; the next, she was polite and po
"Alright," Gavin agreed without hesitation. Jolie fell silent.She led the way out of the car, her expression less than pleased. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. She and Gavin were from two entirely different worlds, and there was no reason for their paths to cross like this. Where had things gone wrong? As they walked, an image flashed through her mind—Gavin’s gaze when he looked at Selena. At that moment, her eyes grew colder. Her apartment was on the 17th floor. At this late hour, the elevator was empty, leaving just the two of them. Jolie stood in front, the reflective elevator walls showing Gavin’s sharp, handsome features. He kept his gaze lowered, his face expressionless. Ding!The elevator doors opened, and Jolie stepped out first, entering her apartment by scanning her fingerprint. She opened the door and retrieved a pair of men’s slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them in front of him. "Please, Mr. Cooper." Gavin’s gaze flickered briefly
Jolie let out a startled gasp, her wide eyes meeting Gavin’s as her body stiffened. Perched awkwardly on his lap, she didn’t dare move. “But you took a shower, got so close to me, and then asked if I wanted to stay. If that’s not an invitation, then what is it?” His voice was low and deliberate as his strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, holding her firmly in place. His dark eyes locked onto hers, catching the panic flashing through them. Jolie’s breath hitched, her lips trembling slightly, as though even her soft, petal-like lips were reacting to his words. Her hands instinctively grabbed his arm, feeling the solid, defined muscles beneath her fingers—a testament to years of disciplined fitness. “Mr. Cooper, I…” she began, but before she could finish, his hand tipped her chin up, and his lips captured hers. Her eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip was unrelenting. The kiss was searing, his breath hot and consuming as he domi
"You…" Jolie was stunned, completely taken aback that her unintentional actions had been twisted into something so outrageous by him. “No, that’s not true! I wasn’t…” She shook her head furiously, desperately denying the accusations. Gavin’s eyes bore into hers, his gaze intense and unreadable. His large hand still rested on her bare waist, the occasional movement of his fingers causing her body to tense. The unfamiliar sensation sent a strange shiver through her—an unfamiliar and unnerving response. She tried her best to suppress the fluttering feeling, remaining perfectly still, afraid to make any sudden moves. His voice, calm and detached, broke the silence. “If that’s the case, why did you say those things? Weren’t you testing whether I see you as Selena’s substitute?” Jolie froze. Her thoughts, her intentions—everything had been laid bare. The stark embarrassment of having her ploy exposed washed over her like a tidal wave. She wasn’t a match for him. That much was
"Why? You don't want to?" Furious and mortified, Jolie wanted nothing more than to kick the man off her, but the whirlwind of his kisses and touches had drained every ounce of her strength.Her voice softened as she said, "No matter what, it's not happening. I don't want this.”Gavin, despite holding back to his limit, made no further moves. He released her waist but, just as he was about to let go completely, his hand lingered on her waist in a slow, deliberate motion, as if savoring her curves. Sitting upright, he leaned back slightly and calmed the turmoil raging inside him. Jolie watched him in surprise but didn't dwell on it. She hurriedly got up, smoothing out her disheveled nightgown. Even though her body had responded, her rationality prevailed over her emotions, and she stopped herself. She quickly left for the bedroom. Before closing the door, she said, "Make yourself at home, Mr. Cooper." Then, with a loud "bang," the door slammed shut. Gavin stared at her ret
Jolie tried her best to control her emotions, but her voice trembled despite her efforts. She couldn’t believe it. She had always known that, to the Quin family, she was a pawn they could use to trade for benefits whenever necessary. Yet, she had clung to the belief that at least she had her freedom. Now, she realized she was under their watch every second of the day. The thought of Selena’s resentment toward their parents’ favoritism and envy of their so-called love struck her as utterly absurd. If she could choose, she’d trade the so-called love and favoritism all away. She didn’t want any of it. “Jolie Quin!” Daisy’s tone turned uncharacteristically stern. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying? Everything I do is for your safety. How could I possibly be at ease with you living alone? You’re the daughter I’ve cherished and protected all these years. “Don’t change the subject. I’m asking you, when did you and Mr. Cooper start seeing each other? If you’re dating, bring h
Inside the bathroom, there was still no response. Daisy’s expression darkened. She quickly pushed the door open and was greeted by the sight of Jolie sitting on the closed toilet lid. She hadn’t cleaned herself up at all, still looking as disheveled as when she’d just woken up. When she noticed Daisy enter, Jolie even curved her lips into a faint, mocking smile. Her eyes sparkled with blatant defiance. "You!" Daisy’s face turned stormy at the sight. She marched in, glaring down at Jolie. "What do you think you’re doing?" Jolie met her gaze and replied calmly, "Rebelling. Can’t you tell?" The words tasted bitterly ironic as they left her mouth. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything truly harmful to the Quin family, but all she could manage was small, petty acts of defiance like this—pointless provocations. It was ridiculous. Maddening. And deep down, she hated how powerless she was to change anything. Daisy’s gaze hardened, taking on an air of authority. "Jolie,
Jolie was placed under house arrest and confined to her room. Meals were delivered by the housemaids three times a day, and she wasn’t allowed to step out, not even once. Yet, she didn’t resist. It was as if she’d completely given up. Her days were spent in an endless cycle of eating and sleeping, embracing her apathy. A month passed. One day, a maid entered the room holding a pregnancy test kit. Jolie was curled up on the sofa playing a video game. When she saw it, her brows instantly furrowed. “What’s this for?” The maid kept her head down, her tone cautious. “Miss Jolie, Madam Daisy instructs me to give this to you.”Jolie tightened her grip on her phone, her lips curving into a mocking smile. “No need for that. Go back and tell her nothing happened between me and Gavin Cooper. I won’t be pregnant.” The maid nodded quickly. “Yes, Miss Jolie.” But not long after, Daisy arrived herself. Her gaze swept over Jolie’s unkempt appearance, her expression hardening with a co
Jolie stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit cabin. The sharp, handsome features of the man before her were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. His lips, carrying his familiar scent, gently traced hers, as if torn between waking her and letting her sleep. Her breath hitched, a brief moment of confusion washing over her. Gavin noticed and, in response, pressed a firm kiss to her lips. "Did I wake you?" "You did that on purpose," Jolie replied, her voice soft and husky from sleep. "Mm." Gavin didn’t deny it, his tone unapologetic as he leaned down to kiss her again. Still groggy, Jolie found herself caught off guard, his lips capturing hers with a growing intensity. By the time she realized what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breath quickened, and she instinctively pushed against him. Gavin pulled back, only to trail kisses along her cheek and down her neck, his
The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm. It felt as though there was nothing he couldn’t handle. As long as he wanted to. Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright." When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn’t resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?" The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately—especially since there were others around to hear it. Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want." She turned he
Gavin looked at her, his gaze steady, and replied in a calm voice, "You’ve got the leverage to do it." Oh... Jolie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse momentarily thrown off rhythm. What was this feeling? It was as if someone was spoiling her, cherishing her unconditionally. Even though it was just a simple conversation, it carried a warmth she couldn’t ignore. For a moment, she realized that what she once thought was affection and care had been nothing but an illusion. A smile unconsciously curved on her lips as her eyes lit up. "Does this mean I can walk around Larbor City like I own the place?" Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Are you a crab?" Jolie burst into laughter, her mood instantly lifted by his quick-witted remark. Her earlier irritation dissipated, replaced by lightheartedness. Whether or not he meant it, the fact that he sided with her made her happy. "I’m full. Should we head out?" she asked, her appetite long gone after everything that had happened earlier.
The girl stared in disbelief, her hands clutching her face. "You hit me?" Jolie blinked innocently at her. "Weren’t you the one insisting I hit you earlier? I just gave you another slap to match your story. You should be used to it by now." "Jolie Quin!" Ian had reached his limit, his voice full of anger as he glared at her. "Apologize to her!" Jolie glanced at him, her expression calm but icy. "Get lost." She had thought he might be reasonable, but clearly, he was blinded by infatuation. She had no patience to deal with him any longer and turned to leave. Before she could take a step, Ian grabbed her arm roughly. "Jolie, you’re not leaving without apologizing! I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you, have I? We used to get along just fine, didn’t we?" "Let go," Jolie said, her brows knitting in disgust. She hated being touched, especially by someone she considered beneath her. Ian tightened his grip, his hand digging into her arm hard enough to cause pain. "Jolie, yo
Jolie was completely baffled, a string of question marks running through her mind. But when the girl suddenly dropped to her knees, it genuinely startled her.She quickly reached out to help her up. "Get up first. We can talk properly."Before Jolie could react, the girl grabbed her hand and slapped herself hard across the face with it.Smack!The crisp sound echoed in the quiet hallway, leaving Jolie frozen in shock."Why did you hit me?" The girl, who had just been crying like an innocent damsel in distress, now clutched her face and loudly accused her. "Ian and I are the real couple! You’re the one coming between us. How could you hit me?"Jolie blinked, completely dumbfounded, as the girl’s voice rang out.A few passersby paused, glancing over to witness the commotion.Meanwhile, Ian, who had been waiting and wondering why his girlfriend hadn’t returned, came looking for her. The scene he walked into—his girlfriend on the ground, crying and accusing Jolie—made him stride forward,
The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger. Jolie’s hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.What... was that? Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," Jolie replied, shaking her head and brushing it off. The man outside was Ian. Pretending not to know her was probably his way of avoiding unnecessary trouble—after all, they had already "broken up." The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadn’t seen Ian or his group. He turned back to her and asked, "Do you come here often?" "Yeah," Jolie nodded. "I come here a lot with friends." So, this was one of her favorite hidden gems. The fact that she was willing to share it with him felt significant somehow. Gavin caught himself lingering on that thought and was momentarily taken aback by his own reaction. He kept his expression neutral, not letting on what had crossed his mind. The food arrived qui
The reason it wasn’t the same was simple—her plan would fall apart if she got caught.Of course, that wasn’t something she could admit.Jolie simply said, "I just don’t want any unnecessary complications. Since you’ve already arranged the flight, let’s just leave directly."Gavin’s dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didn’t press the issue.It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any further, so he let it drop.When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked out together. A car was already waiting at the entrance. Gavin, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her.The car pulled away from Cooper Enterprises, and Gavin asked, "What do you want to eat?"Jolie, busy typing on her phone, replied, "I know a good restaurant."It was a cozy place she loved, one she often visited with her friends."Alright," Gavin replied, pulling out his phone to respond to some emails. With his work condensed into such a tight schedule, he seized every spare moment to handle it.Jolie p
Gavin suddenly recalled Wilfried's words, "That girl doesn’t even like you."Lowering his gaze slightly, Gavin pushed the thought aside without explanation, his expression remaining cool and indifferent as he watched her. After Jolie finished looking through the photos, she turned to him and asked, "Why do you have pictures of all these women?" "My father brought them over," Gavin replied. "Oh." Jolie nodded knowingly and didn’t press further. It was easy enough to figure out—the Cooper family obviously wanted him to consider an arranged marriage, so they sent over these photos for him to choose from. She could understand that. In fact, she even helped him look through them, just in case one of these women turned out to be a good match for him. After all, their relationship wasn’t meant to last forever. When he grew tired of her and she had her fun, they’d part ways, and everything would return to normal. As she neatly organized the photos and placed them back on the ta
It was Jolie’s first time visiting Cooper Enterprises, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about the place.No, to be precise, it was her first time stepping into any corporate office. The Quin family also had company, but she had never visited, nor had Daisy or Terence ever asked her to.The private elevator for the CEO was stunningly opulent, its polished surface gleaming like a mirror, perfectly reflecting their images. Jolie’s heart began to race with an inexplicable excitement.The assistant glanced at her and said with a warm smile, "Miss Quin, there’s no need to be nervous. Mr. Cooper will definitely be delighted to see you."Jolie nodded and replied, "I’m not nervous."The elevator moved swiftly, and as they neared the executive office, Jolie adjusted her cap and mask, pulling them snugly to hide her face as much as possible.Meanwhile, near the adjacent employee elevator, Rosalie was holding a stack of files, ready to head downstairs.She froze the moment she s