After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 1067

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 didn’t reach you."

Aveline fell silent for a moment before saying, "That’s not what I meant. My brother never attends these kinds of boring events. This is the first time I’ve 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 summits—events that are serious and, frankly, dull."

Selena’s eyes suddenly lit up as a thought struck her. "Do you think he’s here for Jolie?"

Aveline rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "It’s possible. It looks like after their last encounter, my brother’s gotten hooked."

"Pfft!" Selena couldn’t help but laugh, her mood lifting considerably.

Aveline chuckled and asked, "So, are we going in?"

Selena shook her head. "If he’s here for Jolie, why bother? Let’s head back. I miss Pax and Joy already. It’s been a whole day since I’ve seen them."

"Same here," Aveline agreed.

…

Inside the Quin family’s courtyard, Terence and Daisy flanked Gavin as they escorted him inside.

Spotting Jolie still standing in a daze, Daisy quickly stepped forward and gave her a light pat on the shoulder.

"Jolie, what are you doing? Are you so excited to see Mr. Cooper that you don’t know what to do with yourself?"

Jolie snapped out of her thoughts, the faint smile on her face fading as she forced herself to maintain composure.

"Good evening, Mr. Cooper.”

Gavin’s deep, piercing gaze settled on her, and he stepped closer with deliberate purpose. "Good evening, Miss Quin.”

Suddenly, he leaned in, his commanding presence overwhelming.

Jolie instinctively took a step back, her brows furrowing slightly.

Jolie lifted her gaze to meet his.

It had been a month since they last met, but Gavin was as striking as ever—his sharp, masculine features exuded authority, and his commanding presence was impossible to ignore. Yet, he was just as cold and unapproachable as she remembered.

She forced a polite smile. “A guest is always welcome. Of course, I’m happy. Mr. Cooper, this way, please.”

She gestured toward the interior with a sweep of her hand before turning and walking ahead.

The little fox was wearing her mask again.

Gavin frowned slightly, displeased by the facade.

He much preferred the version of her he’d seen before—the one beneath him, soft and vulnerable, her resistance melting into surrender.

“What would you like to drink, Mr. Cooper?”

Jolie had no idea what was going through his mind at that moment. If she did, she would undoubtedly have turned red with fury and called him shameless.

Without a word, Gavin reached for a glass of champagne from a passing tray, swirling the pale golden liquid as he watched it shimmer in the light. However, his gaze quickly returned to her.