After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 1123

Jolie took a bite of the noodles and then looked over at Gavin.

“What is it?” Gavin asked in a calm tone, meeting her gaze.

Setting her utensils down, Jolie stared at him earnestly. “Tell me, how did you make this? Can you teach me?”

The same pasta, the same vegetables, the same seasoning—how could it taste so much better when he made it?

How on earth did he do it?

She was dying to know!

“No,” Gavin replied bluntly.

Jolie’s expression almost crumbled.

Grabbing his arm, she began to shake it lightly. “Come on, teach me! I’m willing to pay tuition. This is really so good! Teach me, won’t you?”

She was trying to coax him.

Gavin glanced at her small hands resting on his arm.

In the past, she was always polite and reserved around him, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor. But now, she had dropped the mask, gradually revealing more of her genuine emotions in front of him.

And this playful, coaxing behavior? That was something reserved for those she felt close to.

The fact that she was acting this way with him—didn’t it mean she now considered him someone important?

His mind raced with thoughts, but outwardly, he remained composed.

“No,” he repeated.

Jolie pouted, withdrawing her hands as she returned to eating.

“Fine, don’t teach me!” she muttered to herself. “Stingy man!”

Hmph!

Gavin watched her puffed-up cheeks with an amused look. In a calm voice, he said, “If you want to eat it again, you can come find me.”

Jolie ignored him and focused on finishing her meal.

After finishing the entire plate of pasta, she wiped her mouth clean, got up, and left without saying another word.

Gavin raised an eyebrow slightly. She had quite the temper for such a petty matter, but he found it oddly endearing.

Back home, Jolie sat on the couch, still fuming. He wouldn’t teach her and even had the nerve to say she could come to him if she wanted to eat again. Was he doing it on purpose?

Jolie blinked. “Aren’t you?”

“Not entirely,” Gavin replied.

Jolie let out a soft snort. “What is it this time?”

Gavin replied, “I had a scar removal cream custom-made for you. Come to my place, and I’ll apply it for you.”

Jolie extended her hand. “Just give it to me. I can apply it myself.”

Gavin countered, “The scars are on your back. There are spots you can’t reach. I’ll help you.”

“I can ask someone else to help me,” Jolie said flatly.

Gavin’s tone remained calm. “The cream is mine. Who applies it is my decision.”

Jolie frowned. “Aren’t you giving it to me?”

“I had the cream specially made for you,” Gavin said. “You haven’t even said thank you, and you’re so eager to distance yourself from me. Is that really appropriate?”

Jolie smirked. “Then I don’t need it. Thanks for your kind offer, Mr. Cooper.”

The two went back and forth, neither willing to yield an inch. After Jolie’s final remark, she moved to shut the door.