My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 204

Chapter 204: The mysterious woman Chapter 204: The mysterious woman Dylan slumped over the bar, his head resting heavily against the counter.

His breaths came in uneven huffs, and the haze of alcohol dulled his usually sharp demeanor.

The bartender frowned as he watched Dylan’s unsteady form.

Dylan was a regular visitor there.

But it was the first time he was there alone, not with his friend James.

“Sir,” the bartender called softly, tapping Dylan’s shoulder.

“Do you need me to call someone?

A friend or family?” Dylan groaned faintly but didn’t lift his head or offer a response.

The bartender sighed, glancing around the room with worry.

“Sir,” he tried again, leaning closer.

“Can you give me your phone?

I’ll call someone for you.” Before Dylan could react, a smooth, assertive voice interrupted.

“Don’t bother.” The man looked up and saw a woman approaching with a confident stride.

Erica stopped beside Dylan and said firmly, “I’ll take him home.” “You are€¦” The man looked at her skeptically.

“I’m his cousin,” Erica replied smoothly.

She shifted her attention to Dylan.

“Wake up, Dylan.” She shook his shoulder lightly.

“It’s time to go home.” Dylan grimaced and looked up, his bleary eyes barely acknowledged her.

“Who€¦ who is that?” he slurred.

“It’s me, Erica.” “Erica?” Dylan’s brows knitted in confusion as he tried to focus on her face.

“What€¦ why are you here?” “I came here with my friends.

Come on, let’s go home.” She reached out to hold his arm.

Dylan resisted, shaking his arm free with a sluggish motion.

“I don’t€¦ I don’t want to go home.” Erica’s expression tightened, frustration flashing across her face.

“Don’t make a scene here.

It’s late, and you’re drunk.

You can’t stay here like this.” She grabbed his arm again, this time more forcefully, and pulled him to his feet.

Dylan swayed unsteadily, leaning against the bar for support.

“Let’s get out of here first.” Erica wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him toward the exit.

Dylan swayed, but Erica supported him as she led him out of the bar.

“Oh, God, Dylan.” Erica winced, gritting her teeth as she guided him toward her car.

“You are a mess.” “Ugh, my head,” Dylan groaned.

He felt the ground beneath his feet was moving.

His stomach churned violently, and before he could hold it back, he vomited onto the pavement.

“Gross!” Erica yelped, recoiling in disgust and jumping back to avoid the splatter.

Her face twisted in repulsion as she inspected her skirt.

Dylan braced himself against the wall, his head pounding as though a hammer struck it repeatedly.

“Damn it,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Everything is spinning.” “You are so disgusting,” Erica snapped, still keeping her distance.

‘If I didn’t need you for my plan, I’d have left you here already,’ she thought, annoyed.

But she reminded herself of what she needed to do, and for that, she had to endure this much trouble.

She took a deep breath, forcing a false calm.

“Alright, let’s get you home before you embarrass yourself even more.” “I don’t need your help.” Dylan pushed her hand away, trying to stand tall, but his legs betrayed him, and he stumbled forward.

“Stop being stubborn, Dylan.” Irritation flared in her voice.

“You can’t even walk, let alone get home on your own.” Her grip tightened as she tugged him toward the car.

“I’ll make sure you’re safe.

Now, move.” Erica maneuvered him into the back seat, practically shoving him inside.

He collapsed heavily onto the seat, groaning in discomfort.

“How dare you,” he rasped, his eyes half-closed.

“I’ll punish you for this.” “Shut up,” Erica snapped.

“You’ve already ruined my night.

Keep talking, and I’ll dump you in a ditch instead of taking you home.” Slamming the door shut, she climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car.

Dylan muttered something incoherently, struggling to sit upright.

Erica tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her foot pressing hard on the accelerator.

The tires screeched against the concrete driveway as she sped out of the parking area.

Dylan’s body swayed uncontrollably with the motion, his head thudding against the window with a dull thump.

“Ugh€¦” he groaned weakly, the sharp pain compounding his drunken haze.

His vision blurred further until the darkness claimed him, leaving him slumped and unconscious in the backseat.

Erica glanced at his motionless form through the rearview mirror, her lips curling into a sneer.

“It’s better this way,” she muttered under her breath.

“At least now I don’t have to hear your pathetic whining.” The streets of downtown passed by in a blur until Erica pulled into the small lot of the Moonlit Hotel.

A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness.

Rolling down the window, she met the man’s cold gaze.

“Is she here?” “She is already waiting in the room,” the man confirmed curtly.

“Good.

Make sure the paparazzi get tipped off before he leaves the hotel tomorrow morning.

I want every headline screaming about his ‘secret affair.’ Got it?” “Understood.” The man gave a brisk nod.

Erica motioned toward Dylan’s unconscious form in the backseat.

“Get him inside.” The man opened the rear door and unceremoniously dragged Dylan out of the car, his limp body sagging heavily as he pulled him toward the hotel.

Erica watched the scene unfold with a sinister smirk.

“Tomorrow, everyone will believe Dylan is having an affair with Gianna,” she mumbled.

“Poor Ava€¦ She’ll be devastated.

She’ll leave him for good this time.” As the man disappeared through the hotel’s doors with Dylan in tow, Erica shifted the gear and drove off.

Inside the hotel€¦ The man dragged Dylan into a dimly lit room and shoved him on the bed before leaving quickly.

The fall jerked Dylan awake, his eyelids fluttering open momentarily.

“Ugh€¦” he groaned, his hand fumbling to support himself as he tried to sit up.

His head felt heavy, as though an unseen force pressed against his skull, and his limbs were sluggish.

The room spun around him.

He dropped back onto the bed and squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to regain some semblance of control.

The faint sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears, slow and deliberate.

His body tensed instinctively.

Forcing his heavy eyelids open, Dylan’s gaze wandered until it landed on a figure standing by the bed.

It was a woman.

The scant light from the bedside lamp revealed only enough to discern her outline, leaving her face obscured.

“Who are you?” he croaked, blinking frequently as if trying to bring the figure into focus.

His breathing quickened as the woman clambered on the bed and moved closer to him.

“It’s me.

Don’t you recognize?” The woman stepped onto the bed with feline grace and crept closer, her presence overwhelming as she leaned toward him.

The faint, sultry, heady fragrance scent of her perfume filled the air, making his stomach churn.

Dylan squinted, his mind clouded by alcohol.

His instincts screamed for clarity, for understanding, but his body betrayed him, sluggish and unresponsive.

Gianna’s eyes gleamed with unrestrained desire.

She had waited for this moment, dreamt of it, and now it was hers.

His vulnerability was a chance she couldn’t let slip away.

“It’s me,” Gianna whispered as she ran her finger down his jaw.

“And tonight, you’re all mine.”