NovelBarChapter 1057 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 poised, as though nothing had happened.
Gavin didn't let go of her wrist.
In the dim light, it was hard to read his expression, but his grip remained firm.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I brought you back here, and you were just going to leave without a word?" Jolie blinked, caught off guard by his question.
What was that supposed to mean? Was he upset? Her fingers curled slightly, and she struggled to explain, "I... I did call your name, but you didn't wake up." "So now you're blaming me?" Jolie was speechless.
The weight of his presence seemed to intensify, pressing down on her. Her wrist remained in his grasp, and the awkward angle was beginning to make her uncomfortable.
"Mr. Cooper, that wasn't my intention," she said, her tone softer now, hoping to defuse whatever had upset him. "I just didn't want to disturb you, so-" "But you did disturb me," he interrupted, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.
Jolie froze, unsure how to respond. His unwavering gaze made her feel like she was being pinned in place, and the tension in the small space was suffocating. Jolie felt like he was deliberately picking a fight.
What was his problem? Confused, she looked into his eyes, hoping to find sclue to his mood, but all she saw was an impenetrable darkness. His emotions were completely unreadable. He was unfathomable-clearly not someone she could match wits with.
He was unlike any man she'd ever encountered before.
Cold, serious, and undeniably attractive.
At first glance, his detached demeanor might draw people in, but up close, he was rigid and devoid of charm. He was distant and uptight.
But now, he was shattering that initial impression.
He was still cold, but not at all uptight.
Instead, he was unreasonably gripping her wrist, pressing her with questions that left her no room to retreat.
Jolie felt herself nearing her limit. She tried to pull her wrist free and said, "Mr. Cooper, could you... let go of me?" Gavin didn't budge. Instead, his tone took na hint of mockery." If I let you go run away?" you What? Jolie's face filled with disbelief.
What did he just say? She was up to no good? That was impossible! She had no interest in men like him!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Cooper, you've misunderstood me. I wasn't," she said, her forced smile slipping as frustration seeped into her expression. She was on the verge of losing her composure.
Gavin studied her silently, his eyes narrowing slightly as he caught the in hers. His gaze of impatience in thers.
flicker deepened before he finally released her wrist. Freed at last, Jolie immediately sat upright, rubbing her wrist as she regained her composure.
"Thank you for givinga ride, Mr. Cooper," she said, her tone polite but distant. "It's late-drive safely." With that, she reached for the door handle, ready to leave.
But the door didn't unlock.
Jolie paused, confusion flickering across her face as she turned to look at him.
Gavin's voice broke the silence, calm and deliberate. "I brought you back.
Aren't you going to inviteup for a En cup of tea?" What? Surprise flashed in Jolie's eyes.
For a moment, she genuinely wanted to ask him if he realized what tit was.
It was late-far too late for such a request to make any sense. Was he serious? But she only dared to complain inwardly. After all, he had gone out of his way to bring her home. She hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Would you like to cup for a cup of tea?"
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