Jolie didn’t like the way Gavin’s gaze lingered on her. It was heavy, oppressive, and carried an intensity that made her inexplicably tense and uneasy. “Mr. Cooper, aren’t you busy these days?” she asked, attempting to shift the atmosphere. “Not too busy,” he replied, his tone flat and indifferent. Jolie was speechless.How could someone be so adept at killing a conversation? Still, for the Quin family, he was a distinguished guest. She couldn’t afford to appear impolite or neglectful, or her parents would never let her hear the end of it. Being grounded would be the least of her worries. Yet, she didn’t want to engage with Gavin more than necessary. For one, she didn’t like him. He was rigid, dull, and utterly devoid of emotional value. And for another, she refused to play into Daisy’s obvious plans. It was clear that her parents wanted her entangled with Gavin, but she had no intention of letting that happen. Caught in the push and pull of these conflicting feelings
Gavin raised his hand and downed the champagne in one smooth motion. Passing by a server, he casually placed the empty glass on the tray without breaking stride. His expression remained cold, unreadable as he said, “I want you.” “What?” Jolie stared at him in disbelief, instinctively taking a step back. But as she retreated, he advanced, his movements subtle yet exuding a quiet dominance. Forcing a strained smile, she said, “Mr. Cooper, you must be joking. I admit, you helped me before, and I’m grateful, but that doesn’t give you the right to make such an unreasonable request. I’m sorry, but I can’t agree to that.” “You’re trying to go back on your word,” Gavin stated plainly, his tone as unyielding as his gaze, as though he could see straight into her thoughts. His accusation made Jolie feel inexplicably guilty as if she were the one at fault for being dishonest. A tinge of embarrassment crept over her. He was making her look like someone who couldn’t keep her promises.
“What is it?” Daisy asked curiously when she saw Jolie suddenly approach. “I need to step out for a bit,” Jolie replied. Daisy frowned, clearly displeased. “But the banquet isn’t over yet.” Jolie hesitated, not wanting to explain, but she knew that without mentioning Gavin, Daisy wouldn’t let her leave so easily. “It’s for Mr. Cooper,” she finally said. At once, Daisy’s expression lit up with delight. “Oh, in that case, go ahead! Handle it well, and don’t let Mr. Cooper down.” “Got it,” Jolie said with a nod, before turning and heading upstairs. While she made her way up, Gavin informed Terence that he was leaving. Terence, eager to make him stay, tried his best to persuade him otherwise, his demeanor deferential and eager. Having Gavin attend the banquet was an immense honor, and Terence was desperate to keep him there as long as possible. However, Daisy recalled Jolie mentioning she needed to leave for Gavin’s sake, and something clicked in her mind. “Well, let’s n
Jolie felt a sudden tightness in her chest. She glanced at the group of girls nearby. They looked anxious and uneasy but still glanced at Gavin with curiosity and anticipation. She scoffed silently. “What’s so special about him anyway?” “You all can head back now.”Disappointment flashed across their faces in varying degrees as they turned and left. Once they were gone, Jolie turned to Gavin. “Mr. Cooper, I think it would be better if you gave me a clear set of criteria. Searching blindly like this is unlikely to meet your expectations.” “You don’t need to go through all that trouble,” Gavin replied, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray. His gaze remained calm as it settled on her. Jolie seemed to anticipate what he was about to say and quickly added, “I don’t find it troublesome. Just tell me your requirements.” Gavin said nothing, his eyes heavy as they lingered on her. Here we go again,” she thought.That familiar oppressive aura washed over her. She wasn’t h
Jolie clenched the hem of her dress, her gaze fixed on the man before her. In the dim lighting, his sharp, handsome features seemed even more intimidating. He had an air of absolute control, effortlessly seeing through her every thought. Even with no expression on his face, it felt like he was silently mocking her for overestimating herself. Taking a deep breath, she asked, “Will one time be enough?” Gavin’s eyes were calm and unreadable as he replied evenly, “If it hadn’t been for me that night, you would’ve been utterly humiliated in the Cooper estate. The Quin family’s reputation would’ve been ruined.” Jolie’s composure shattered. She frowned and glared at him, her tone laced with annoyance. “So, Mr. Cooper, are you just taking advantage of the situation?” Still calm, Gavin said, “You’re the one who offered to repay me.” That one sentence rendered her speechless. With a sigh of defeat, she slumped onto the sofa, refusing to look at him. “Fine. Just tell me—what will it
Jolie’s lashes trembled as she opened her eyes, her gaze locking with his. His dark, fathomless eyes were devoid of any emotion, like a still, bottomless lake. She froze, her movements coming to an abrupt halt. Pulling back slightly, she stared at him in confusion. “Didn’t you say you wanted a woman?” Why was he so unresponsive, even when she had taken the initiative? What was this supposed to mean? The more she tried to understand this man, the less she could. And the less she liked him. He was infuriating. Gavin stood there, one hand holding a glass of wine, the other tucked casually into his trouser pocket. His dark gray shirt was impeccably buttoned all the way to the top, the tie perfectly knotted, exuding an air of restraint and self-discipline. Even with a woman practically draped over him, he maintained an aura of cold detachment, an unapproachable distance that only emphasized his indifference. Jolie let go of him and stepped back, her lips now glistening slightly
”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.
All the missed calls were from Daisy.A trace of mockery flickered in Jolie's eyes, quickly replaced by deep helplessness. Her resistance was so obvious, yet in the end, things didn't go as she wished. She still couldn’t shake off Gavin. And this was only the first time. There were still nine more to come. If promises weren’t fulfilled immediately, the timeline would stretch indefinitely. This meant their interactions would continue. And the Quin family's goal would be achieved. Resisting further would only make her look like a joke. She closed her eyes briefly, choosing not to call Daisy but to send a message instead. "Out with friends." Dais replied, "Then why didn’t you answer my call? I thought something happened to you." Looking at the message, Jolie found it laughable. She didn’t think Daisy truly believed something had happened to her; she simply assumed she was with Gavin.That was why, after a few calls, Daisy stopped trying. If Daisy truly thought s
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