NovelBarChapter 1074 "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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTurning 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.
Just then, Gavin walked in.
He stopped at the sight of her her fair skin wrapped in his deep-gray comforter, her arms exposed, and faint marks trailing over her shoulders. She was struggling to sit up, the delicate tear stains at the edges of her eyes stirring something deep within him. Suppressing his thoughts, he asked calmly, "Do you need a massage?" "No! I don't!" Jolie snapped, gritting her teeth as she refused to even look at him.
After an arduous effort, she managed to sit upright. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand, but the moment her feet touched the floor, her body betrayed her with a visible tremble.
She couldn't even take a step.
Her anger surged as she turned and shot him a furious glare the very picture of indignation aimed squarely at the culprit of her current misery.
With a huff, Jolie flopped back onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her head.
"I'm not getting up!" she declared, her voice muffled by the fabric.
From beneath the covers, she suddenly heard a low, muted chuckle. Startled, she threw the blanket off and stared at him, wide-eyed. "You... you can laugh?" she asked in disbelief.
From the moment she'd met him, she'd never seen him crack a smile.
"Was he just someone who didn't like to laugh by nature?" she wondered.
Gavin's lips still curved slightly as he replied, "Why wouldn't I be able to laugh?" Jolie scoffed lightly. "Who knows? Maybe you're just pretending to be all brooding and mysterious." That would explain why he usually carried such a stern, unapproachable air, making it seem like he was impossible to deal with.
Gavin stepped closer, his expression returning to its usual calm. "You can keep lying down. I have a meeting to attend soon. If you need anything callif you're hungry, get up and eat. There's food in the kitchen." His tone was casual as he gave her instructions.
Then, leaning down, he braced one hand on the bed beside her and kissed her without warning.
Jolie gasped, jerking her head to the side. His lips brushed against her cheek instead.
"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, flustered.
What was with this sudden kiss? Their relationship wasn't anywhere near intimate enough for him to kiss her whenever he felt like it! She was just repaying a debt-nothing more.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce her debt was cleared, they would be strangers again! Gavin didn't leave immediately. His warm breath lingered on her cheek, brushing over her skin, which felt soft and seemed to carry a faint sweetness.
He pressed another kiss there, slow and deliberate, as if reluctant to part.
Jolie was completely thrown off.
"Gavin Cooper!" "Yes, I'm here," he replied calmly, as though oblivious to the frustration in her tone.
She shoved his face away with her hand. "Stop kissing me!" He stared at her intently for a moment, then said, "Alright."
Without hesitation, he straightened and walked out of the room, leaving without the slightest resistance or argument.
His abrupt compliance only made Jolie feel more exasperated, like she was being led around by the nose. So annoying! She hated how easily he seemed to take control of every situation.
Her body, still too drained from the
night before, refused to keep up with her indignation. Eventually, she m drifted back to sleep. When she woke again, it was already noon.
Reaching for her phone, she noticed several missed calls lighting up the screen.
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