Why was he wasting time with all these talks? Wouldn't it be better to get straight to the point?
Gavin easily read the impatience in her eyes.
He remained silent for a moment before shifting his gaze away from her.
Jolie frowned, confused by his reaction. What was he thinking?
After a long pause, Gavin stood and walked toward the door. Jolie followed him out of the theater room.
The living room lights were bright, casting a warm glow over the space.
Gavin, now wearing a gray robe, his broad shoulders, and long legs effortlessly exuding authority, strode toward the liquor cabinet.
He opened the glass doors, pulled out a bottle, and poured himself a small glass of wine. Taking a slow sip, he leaned against the counter with an air of ease.
Jolie didn't push him further. She had come to understand he operated on his own terms and at his own pace.
"Miss Quin, what's on your mind?" he asked suddenly.
"Excuse me?" Jolie blinked, startled by the unexpected question. "What do you mean?"
His sudden inquiry threw her off, leaving her uncertain of his intentions.
Holding the glass in one hand, Gavin leaned against the bar, his dark eyes fixed on her. "Are you planning to marry lan Moore?"
The question made Jolie's brows knit tightly together. "Mr. Cooper, what do you mean by that? Are you investigating me?"
Gavin raised the glass and drained the remaining wine in one motion. Then he set the glass aside and stepped closer to her, his imposing presence closing the gap between them.
"If you're going to arrange a marriage, why look so far afield when a perfectly good option is right in front of you?"
Jolie stood her ground, meeting his gaze steadily. "Because I don't like what's in front of me."
"Oh?" Gavin arched a brow, his tone laced with intrigue. "But from what I've seen, your family seems quite satisfied."
It was as if everything was playing out exactly as he had planned.
That suffocating sense of being manipulated washed over her again, making her stomach tighten in unease.
Jolie hated this about him—his ability to make everything feel like it was under his control. She worked hard to suppress her frustration and said, "Mr. Cooper, just because my family approves doesn't mean I do. Besides, my rebellious phase might be a little late, but I'm in it now. I don't like anything they've arranged for me."
A rebellious phase.
So that was what this was. No wonder she'd gone to meet lan-it was all part of her resistance.
"Pointless. What you're doing changes nothing."
Jolie's expression turned colder. "Mr. Cooper, whatever is going on between us won't last long. When
these nine times are over, I don't et
want anything to do with you. Since you like my sister, why don't you focus on her and stop interfering in other people's lives?"
She'd decided to lay everything out in the open. It was better to be direct than to keep playing this back-and-forth game.
Gavin's gaze remained calm as he asked, "Does it bother you that I liked her?"
Jolie frowned immediately. "Why would I care? I don't give a damn about you."
His face betrayed no emotion as if her words didn't affect him at all.
Jolie continued, "Mr. Cooper, there's no point in having this conversation. We both know we'll never end up together."
Without saying a word, Gavin suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom.
"Don't speak too soon."
No matter how much Jolie insisted
they couldn't and wouldn't be together, Gavin remained
composed, as if utterly convinced
that she could never escape his
grasp.
Jolie stared at him, exasperated.
He was so confident-too confident!
He seemed to believe he could easily read people's minds, control their thoughts and actions. But he was wrong about her.
She wouldn't fall for it. She didn't like him, and that wasn't going to change. Not now, not ever.
The bedroom was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over the room.
The bed was plush and yielding, and when she fell onto it, her body bounced slightly from the impact.
Gavin's tall frame loomed over her, shadowing her smaller figure. His dark gaze lingered on her lips as he spoke in a low, deliberate tone.
"Miss Quin, at the very least, you do enjoy how good I make you feel in bed."
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