All Chapters of After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back: Chapter 1111 - Chapter 1120

Daisy said, "I’ll go with you."Jolie didn’t respond, simply turning and heading toward the restroom. The restroom was spacious, and Jolie entered one of the stalls, locking the door behind her. Daisy waited near the sinks, glancing at her watch. After five minutes, her brow furrowed. “Jolie?” she called out. From inside, Jolie answered faintly, “My stomach hurts.” Daisy stepped closer to the stall. “Is it serious?” “It shouldn’t be,” Jolie replied. “I’ll be fine in a bit.” “Alright, I’ll wait outside,” Daisy said, though her expression showed growing impatience. The restroom wasn’t in the VIP lounge, so it was busier and less pristine than Daisy was used to. She stood with an air of distaste, her irritation evident in her posture. “Excuse me, whose luggage is this? One of the bags seems to be damaged,” an airport staff member said, approaching with a phone displaying a photo of the suitcase in question. Daisy glanced at the screen, her frown deepening. “It’s mine.

Selena rattled off a list of her favorite dishes as if reciting a menu, and only then did Jolie feel satisfied and leave her alone. Selena let out a deep breath, visibly relieved. Watching from the side, Aaron reached out and playfully pinched her cheek. “She’s your sister. Why are you so tense and awkward around her?” Selena pushed his hand away and walked to the balcony, her soft lips pressing into a thin line, her expression growing serious. Aaron followed, studying her carefully. “I don’t know,” she said after a long pause. “I feel so much resentment toward the Quin family, but my feelings toward her are complicated. At first, every time I saw her, I’d think of the Quins, and it annoyed me. “But over time, I realized she’s not like the others. She carries the same last name, but she’s different. On the surface, it looks like she’s pampered, but in reality, she’s living a much harder life.” As she spoke, her tone softened. “When I realized that, I found myself getting

Jolie nodded. "Yes." Selena continued, “So, because you already had some contact with Gavin, the Quin family saw an opportunity and started pushing you toward him.” Jolie nodded again. “Then go along with it,” Selena said simply. “What?” Jolie looked at her in confusion. “But wouldn’t that mean giving them exactly what they want?” “Oh, you silly girl.” Selena gave her a soft, almost indulgent smile. “Do you think someone like Gavin Cooper is that easy to manipulate? Do you really think the Quin family can control him just by sending you to him? “Quite the opposite. If you truly manage to win him over, to the point where he’s devoted to you, then you’ll hold all the cards. If you tell him to keep his distance from the Quin family, they’ll end up with nothing—no leverage, no benefits. They’d be left with nothing but regret.” Jolie listened, her eyes gradually widening as if a whole new world had opened up before her. Selena spread her hands. “Expand your perspective. The w

Just as Jolie turned to leave, she caught sight of a man standing not far away. She froze for a moment. Gavin? What was he doing here? Beside him stood a property manager, seemingly discussing something with him. Jolie hesitated, debating whether to greet him. But before she could decide, Gavin’s gaze shifted away, making the decision for her. Alright. No need to say hello then. She let her half-raised hand fall back to her side and headed toward the elevator. After stepping in, she pressed her floor’s button. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand suddenly reached in, triggering the sensors. The doors slid open again, revealing Gavin’s cool, unreadable gaze. “Mr. Cooper. What a coincidence,” Jolie said awkwardly, now left with no choice but to acknowledge him. Gavin stepped inside without a word, turning his back to her as he pressed the button for the 22nd floor—one floor above hers. Seriously? He had a place here too? In the same building, no less? Jol

Her body softened in his arms, and Gavin adjusted her position with ease, his hand steadying her thigh as he shifted her to straddle his lap. His kisses were unrestrained, his breathing heavy and erratic as he trailed down to her chin, her neck… When her shoulder strap slipped off and he pressed a firm kiss onto her bare shoulder, leaving a faint, suggestive mark, Jolie snapped back to her senses. “Gavin Cooper!” she called his name sharply, a clear warning—though her voice came out far softer than she intended, almost trembling. He didn’t push further. Instead, his breathing grew even heavier as he held her tighter, as though he wanted to pull her into his very being. It was a long moment before he finally released her. As soon as she was free, Jolie scrambled to fix her clothes and slipped off his lap, putting as much distance between them as possible. She sat on the sofa, her face flushed, her breath uneven, and her limbs weak from the intensity of the moment. Her red-r