"YouâŠ" Jolie was stunned, completely taken aback that her unintentional actions had been twisted into something so outrageous by him. âNo, thatâs not true! I wasnâtâŠâ She shook her head furiously, desperately denying the accusations. Gavinâs 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 herâan 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. âIf thatâs the case, why did you say those things? Werenât you testing whether I see you as Selenaâs substitute?â Jolie froze. Her thoughts, her intentionsâeverything had been laid bare. The stark embarrassment of having her ploy exposed washed over her like a tidal wave. She wasnât 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.âGavin, 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 couldnât 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 Selenaâs resentment toward their parentsâ favoritism and envy of their so-called love struck her as utterly absurd. If she could choose, sheâd trade the so-called love and favoritism all away. She didnât want any of it. âJolie Quin!â Daisyâs tone turned uncharacteristically stern. âDo you have any idea what youâre saying? Everything I do is for your safety. How could I possibly be at ease with you living alone? Youâre the daughter Iâve cherished and protected all these years. âDonât change the subject. Iâm asking you, when did you and Mr. Cooper start seeing each other? If youâre dating, bring h
Inside the bathroom, there was still no response. Daisyâs expression darkened. She quickly pushed the door open and was greeted by the sight of Jolie sitting on the closed toilet lid. She hadnât cleaned herself up at all, still looking as disheveled as when sheâd 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!" Daisyâs face turned stormy at the sight. She marched in, glaring down at Jolie. "What do you think youâre doing?" Jolie met her gaze and replied calmly, "Rebelling. Canât you tell?" The words tasted bitterly ironic as they left her mouth. She couldnât bring herself to do anything truly harmful to the Quin family, but all she could manage was small, petty acts of defiance like thisâpointless provocations. It was ridiculous. Maddening. And deep down, she hated how powerless she was to change anything. Daisyâs 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 wasnât allowed to step out, not even once. Yet, she didnât resist. It was as if sheâd 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. âWhatâs this for?â The maid kept her head down, her tone cautious. âMiss Jolie, Madam Daisy instructs me to give this to you.âJolie tightened her grip on her phone, her lips curving into a mocking smile. âNo need for that. Go back and tell her nothing happened between me and Gavin Cooper. I wonât be pregnant.â The maid nodded quickly. âYes, Miss Jolie.â But not long after, Daisy arrived herself. Her gaze swept over Jolieâs unkempt appearance, her expression hardening with a co
Selena went out for a spa day with Aveline, but as soon as they stepped into the salon, they unexpectedly ran into Jolie. Jolie exuded an air of indifference, her entire demeanor laced with a lazy sort of detachment as if nothing in the world could pique her interest. She wore oversized sunglasses, her expression hidden, but her complexion looked far from well. âMiss Jolie, what a coincidence,â Aveline greeted her with a polite smile. Jolie glanced over, giving a faint nod, but didnât bother to say anything more. Selena frowned slightly at the interaction. Before long, a staff member ushered Selena and Aveline into a private room. As soon as the door closed, Selena couldnât help but comment, âWhatâs going on with her?â âHmm?â Aveline turned to her, confused. âAre you talking about Jolie?â "Of course. Look at her! She looks like a ghost has sucked the life right out of her," Selena said, her voice a mix of concern and curiosity.Avelineâs lips curled into a knowing smile.
Selena smiled faintly. âYeah, I know.â âWhatâs next?â Aveline asked. âI'm hungry. Letâs grab some food,â Selena replied. âSure.â ⊠At the Quin family villa, the courtyard had been meticulously decorated, exuding an air of elegance and beauty. Luxury cars arrived one after another, parking neatly in the driveway. Young men dressed in tailored suits stepped out, each looking more polished than the last. Terence and Daisy stood at the entrance, greeting guests with broad smiles. When familiar socialites arrived with their sons or daughters in tow, Daisy would step forward to exchange pleasantries, her charm on full display. Between conversations, Daisy stole a glance at the time. Noticing that Jolie hadnât come down yet, a barely perceptible frown flickered across her face. After whispering something to Terence, she headed back into the villa. Inside, servers dressed in crisp shirts and vests moved gracefully among the guests, balancing trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvr
Meanwhile, in a car parked along the roadside not far from the Maybach, Aveline spotted Gavin and was visibly surprised. "Why is my brother here?" Selena glanced at her and replied, "The Quin family invited him, but I guess the invitation didnât reach you." Aveline fell silent for a moment before saying, "Thatâs not what I meant. My brother never attends these kinds of boring events. This is the first time Iâve seen him at something like this." "Really?" Selena raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Aveline nodded. "Yes. He usually only goes to business receptions, charity galas, or summitsâevents that are serious and, frankly, dull." Selenaâs eyes suddenly lit up as a thought struck her. "Do you think heâs here for Jolie?" Aveline rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Itâs possible. It looks like after their last encounter, my brotherâs gotten hooked." "Pfft!" Selena couldnât help but laugh, her mood lifting considerably. Aveline chuckled and asked, "So, are we going in?" Selena sh
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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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 immediatelyâespecially 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, "Youâve got the leverage to do it." Oh... Jolieâs 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 couldnât 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. "Iâm 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. "Werenât 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, youâre not leaving without apologizing! I donât think Iâve ever wronged you, have I? We used to get along just fine, didnât 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! Youâre the one coming between us. How could you hit me?"Jolie blinked, completely dumbfounded, as the girlâs voice rang out.A few passersby paused, glancing over to witness the commotion.Meanwhile, Ian, who had been waiting and wondering why his girlfriend hadnât returned, came looking for her. The scene he walked intoâhis girlfriend on the ground, crying and accusing Jolieâmade him stride forward,
The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger. Jolieâs hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.What... was that? Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "Whatâs 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 troubleâafter all, they had already "broken up." The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadnât 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 wasnât the same was simpleâher plan would fall apart if she got caught.Of course, that wasnât something she could admit.Jolie simply said, "I just donât want any unnecessary complications. Since youâve already arranged the flight, letâs just leave directly."Gavinâs dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didnât press the issue.It was clear she didnât 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 doesnât 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 didnât press further. It was easy enough to figure outâthe 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 wasnât meant to last forever. When he grew tired of her and she had her fun, theyâd part ways, and everything would return to normal. As she neatly organized the photos and placed them back on the ta
It was Jolieâs first time visiting Cooper Enterprises, and she couldnât 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. Jolieâs heart began to race with an inexplicable excitement.The assistant glanced at her and said with a warm smile, "Miss Quin, thereâs no need to be nervous. Mr. Cooper will definitely be delighted to see you."Jolie nodded and replied, "Iâm 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