After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 1055

Jolie stared at Gavin in surprise. Under the flickering lights, his features were sharp and defined, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her without wavering.

She had to take it herself?

She thought she must’ve misheard him.

But before she could process his words further, the sounds of her friends cheering in the background reached her ears. The corners of her lips curved slightly, and she took a step forward.

“Thank you, Mr. Cooper.”

Her slender, delicate fingers reached for the cool metal of his belt buckle. She fumbled, unfamiliar with how to undo it. After all, this wasn’t something she had experience with.

The situation was undeniably awkward.

The proximity between them was far too close. Gavin’s intense gaze bore into her, radiating an inexplicable pressure that made her palms sweat.

Why was this thing so hard to figure out?

Just as her frustration peaked, his fingers suddenly covered hers. Guiding her hand, he directed her to the right spot on the buckle and pressed gently.

With a soft click, the belt released.

But Gavin didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he held it firmly, moving it to grasp the top of the belt, then helped her slide it out inch by inch.

The entire process felt excruciatingly slow.

The space between them seemed to shrink even more, their breaths mingling in the dim light. His unwavering gaze remained locked on her face, and his warm hand never left hers.

Jolie’s breathing became unsteady. Her lashes trembled, and her fingers curled slightly under his touch. She glanced up at him, her heart pounding chaotically in her chest.

Before she could say anything, his phone rang, breaking the tension.

Holding his phone in his other hand, Gavin answered, his voice steady and low. “Yes?”

Yet his eyes stayed on her.

“Alright. I’ll be there shortly.”

With that, he ended the call and finally released her hand.

Jolie, now seated on the couch, held up the belt and announced with a playful smile, “Done. Your turn.”

The smile she wore was dazzling yet laced with mischief, the kind that warned she was ready to dominate the game.

The party carried on until the early hours of the morning.

Jolie had a few drinks, her cheeks glowing with a faint blush that only accentuated her allure. Her entire demeanor was intoxicating—her hazy, smiling eyes held a magnetic charm that made anyone near her feel weak in the knees.

A friend slung an arm around her shoulder. “How are you getting home? Want me to have someone drive you?”

Several people immediately perked up at the suggestion. After all, Jolie was stunning, and many were eager for the chance to get closer to her, hoping for something more.

Jolie shook her head, a hint of a tipsy giggle escaping her lips.

“I’ve already called a ride,” she said, letting out a soft hiccup.

“Alright, then. We’ll leave you to it,” her friend said, letting go of her and heading to their own car.

One by one, the group began to disperse. Before long, Jolie was left standing alone under the dim glow of the streetlights, the city’s distant hum wrapping around her in the quiet night.