My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: A suspicious figure in the office (Part €“ 1) Chapter 253: A suspicious figure in the office (Part €“ 1) Leaning against the cool surface of the door, Ava exhaled shakily, her emotions a chaotic whirlwind.

“Why is my heart thumping so loudly?” she wondered.

“Am I falling for him all over again?” Her cheeks burned, the heat refusing to subside as fragments of the previous night replayed in her mind.

The memory of his touch, his voice, the way they had lost themselves in each other-it all lingered, sending an unbidden shiver through her body.

The tingling warmth spread like wildfire.

She couldn’t stop imagining herself with him again.

She shook her head, trying to push the images away.

“What am I even thinking?” She tapped her flushed cheeks.

“Ava, get a grip.” She rushed into the shower room and turned on the water, letting it cascade over her.

She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, hoping it would cool down the heat that had taken over her body and mind.

Dylan wanted to go after her.

But before he could move, his phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand.

It was Justin.

“Hello?” he answered briskly, his tone clipped.

“Our plan worked,” Justin said without preamble.

“Erica has transferred money to Rylee.

But before that, her account was credited with one billion dollars.” “Who sent her the money?” Dylan asked, curious.

“I checked-it’s Luke.

Luke Baker wired the funds to her account.” Dylan’s jaw tightened as he processed the revelation.

“Luke Baker€¦So, he is really backing her up.

Interesting.” “What’s your plan?

“Should I bring her in?” “Not yet.

I want to see what else she is planning to do.

Keep a close eye on her and report everything.” “Understood, sir,” Justin affirmed before the call ended.

Dylan tossed the phone onto the bed, his expression twisting with annoyance and intrigue.

“Erica, you are full of surprises,” he muttered.

“Taking money from Luke and then passing it to Rylee?

But I wonder how you convince Luke to give you that much money?” He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and straightened his posture.

Rolling out of bed, he pulled on a shirt and strode purposefully out of the bedroom.

Ava lingered under the shower longer than usual, the steady stream of water doing little to ease the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

She closed her eyes, letting droplets trail down her skin as she wrestled with her thoughts.

The idea of facing Dylan after what had happened last night sent a surge of anxiety through her.

“What do I do?” she thought, nibbling on the tip of her finger.

She didn’t want to go out.

“I can’t stay in here forever.

But what if he is waiting out there?” She hesitated.

Then she reminded herself, “I need to check my phone.

What if that traitor has already gotten into my office and taken the documents?

Steeling herself, Ava took a deep breath and adjusted the towel around her, clutching it tightly to her chest.

With slow, deliberate movements, she cracked the bathroom door open just enough to peek into the bedroom.

Her eyes darted around, scanning every corner.

No sign of Dylan.

Emboldened, she stepped out cautiously, her bare feet padding softly against the floor.

She tiptoed across the room and snatched her phone from the nightstand, her fingers flying across the screen as she unlocked it and navigated to the recordings captured by her spy camera.

The video played, showing her dimly lit office.

The room appeared still and silent, with no sign of anyone entering.

Her eyes were glued to the screen as she eagerly waited to see if someone had entered the office.

Unbeknownst to her, Dylan had entered the room.

His steps faltered when he noticed her absorbed in something.

Curiosity piqued, he walked closer, his movements quiet.

Leaning over her shoulder, he glanced at the screen.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, his deep voice startling her.

“Uh€¦” Ava jumped, her grip loosening as the phone slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor.

In her panic, she turned too quickly, her balance faltering.

Dylan’s strong arms caught her, pulling her against him.

Ava’s hands instinctively pressed against his bare chest for support, her wide eyes meeting his intense gaze.

Dylan’s eyes flickered downward, drawn to the damp skin peeking above the towel.

Unable to resist, he lowered his head, his lips brushing against her shoulder in a feather-light kiss, inhaling the faint floral scent of her shower gel.

It stirred something primal within him.

Ava tensed immediately.

“What are you doing?” She attempted to wriggle free.

Dylan’s grip only tightened, his lips trailing a slow, deliberate path up her neck.

“You’re driving me crazy.

Pretending to be innocent when you know exactly what you’re doing to me.” Ava’s mind raced, torn between resistance and the undeniable pull of his touch.

Every nerve seemed to light up under his touch, and a part of her yearned to give in, to relive the passion of the night before.

But then, a flicker of clarity cut through her haze.

The recording.

“Wait a moment,” she said firmly, planting her palms against his chest and pushing him back.

“I was checking something important.” She bent down to retrieve her phone from the floor.

Dylan blinked, momentarily stunned by her sudden resistance.

“What is that?” he asked, his curiosity piqued by her seriousness.

Without looking at him, Ava murmured, “I installed a spy camera in my office.” Her focus was back on the screen as her fingers skimmed over the recording.

“Spy camera?

In your office?

What are you talking about?” At that moment, Ava caught a movement.

“Shh.” Ava held up a hand to silence him.

“Look at this.” She pointed at the screen.

Dylan leaned closer, his attention now glued to the faint, grainy footage.

A figure of a woman slipped through the door with deliberate caution.

The intruder crept toward Ava’s desk purposefully.

Her face was obscured in the low light, making identification impossible.

“Who is she?” Dylan questioned, his voice tense.

“I don’t know,” Ava replied, her eyes never leaving the screen.

“I can’t see her face clearly.” They watched as the woman rifled through the papers on the desk.

“What is she doing?” Dylan muttered, his frustration bubbling.

“Shh!” Ava hissed again.

“Let me focus.” The woman opened the desk drawer.

“What the hell?” Dylan’s voice rose.

“You left the drawer unlocked?

How could you be so careless?” “Tsk.” Ava shot him a glare, her patience wearing thin.

“Can you keep quiet for just one minute?” Dylan’s blood boiled as he watched the woman pull a file from the drawer and start snapping photos of the documents inside.

“What is she up to?

This is company property!”