My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 255

Chapter 255: You are mine, my woman.

Chapter 255: You are mine, my woman.

Ava remained frozen in his embrace, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

With every kiss, her resolve wavered.

She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the truth was too powerful to ignore.

Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch, his words, his presence.

She felt a deep, aching need that she couldn’t deny, no matter how much she tried.

He whispered in her ear, “Why are you trembling, Ava?

Is my touch doing something to you?” Ava’s pulse rate increased, her head moving backward as she leaned into him, her body responding to his touch despite her protests.

Dylan moved his fingers over her chest, just above her breasts, his touch light and teasing.

He gently pulled the towel, letting it slide down to the floor.

Ava gasped, her hands flying to her chest to cover herself.

But he held her hands.

“Don’t try to cover yourself.” He turned her toward him, marveling at her beauty.

“Why would you hide your beauty from me?

You are mine, my woman.” He cupped her face and kissed her.

Dylan’s kisses moved from her lips to her neck, his hands exploring her body with a reverence that made her feel cherished and desired.

“Dylan,” she whispered, trying to stop him.

“Just let go,” he murmured.

“Let me take care of you.” Ring-Ring-Ring€¦ The sudden ringing of Dylan’s phone shattered the intimate moment, breaking the spell that had enveloped them.

Dylan groaned, his frustration clear as he pulled back and glanced down at the phone.

The screen displayed Justin’s name, and his mouth contorted with irritation.

“Justin,” he grunted out with impatience.

“It has to be something serious, or else I’ll skin you alive for disturbing me.” Grabbing the phone, he walked out.

Dylan answered the call gruffly, “What is it?” Unaware of his mood, Justin replied anxiously, “I checked the surveillance footage.

It was Nina who entered Madam’s office when everyone left the office.

“Nina!” Dylan frowned, recalling how Nina had stood up against Ava.

That woman hadn’t hesitated to slander Ava and spread lies about her.

“I see.

So Nina is the traitor.” He now realized why Nina had suddenly grown hostile toward Ava.

“Shall I pick her up?” Justin asked.

Dylan thought for a while.

“Yes, but make sure no one, especially Erica, should find out about it.

Take her to my farmhouse.

I’ll be there in a while.” “Understood.” The call ended.

“Nina.” His lips twisted into a sneer, the edges of his anger visible in the slight quiver of his jaw.

“You dared to betray me.

You have been biting the hand that feeds you, conspiring with Erica all along.

You need to answer me.” When Dylan stepped into the bedroom, his steps halting at the sight of Ava.

She stood by the window, her figure bathed in soft morning light, dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit.

Her beauty was effortless.

The memories of last night’s passion ignited a fire within him.

All he wanted now was to pull her into his arms and never let go.

Ava glanced at him, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze.

She could feel the heat in his eyes, and her body betrayed her, tingling at the thought of his lips trailing over her skin.

Flustered, she lowered her head, breaking the electrifying eye contact.

“I’m heading to the office,” she said softly.

“You should stay home and rest.” “You are not going to the office today,” he declared firmly.

“You are coming with me.” “Where?” she asked, curious as to where he was taking her.

A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he closed the distance between them.

His finger traced a gentle line down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Ava swatted his hand away.

“I have important work to do.

I can’t just drop everything.” She made a move to walk past him, but he caught her effortlessly, wrapping his strong arms around her from behind.

Ava stilled in his embrace, her heart pounding.

“Work, work…” he murmured against her ear intimately.

“I used to think work was everything.

I poured every waking moment into it, chasing success.

I thought this would give me fulfillment in my life.

But I didn’t see what I was losing in the process.

I didn’t see that I was losing you.” He gently turned her around to face him, his eyes searching hers.

“Now I know what truly matters.” He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.

I want to live every moment in joy, and it is not possible without you.

You are the one thing that makes life worth living.” Ava arched an eyebrow as she gazed at Dylan, her expression caught between amusement and amazement.

She hadn’t expected him to say something so cheesy.

It was unlike him, and while part of her found it endearing, she refused to let it show.

Keeping her face composed, she said, “I need to go to work.

There are important things I need to handle.

Besides, you should be resting, not wandering around and doing who knows what.

And don’t forget to take your medicine on time.” She turned on her heel, ready to walk away, but Dylan’s deliberate voice froze her in her tracks.

“Don’t you want to know who the traitor is?” Ava whipped around to face him, her curiosity betraying her resolve.

Her brows knitted together as she searched his face for answers.

The sharp glint in his eyes and the set of his jaw told her he wasn’t bluffing.

“What did you say?” she asked.

“Did you find who it was?” “Justin confirmed it a little while ago.” “Who is it?

Don’t keep me waiting.” Dylan took a step closer, his hand reaching out to take her hand.

He leaned in and murmured, “Patience.

I’ll tell you everything…but you’ll have to come with me.” “Where are we going?” He chuckled softly.

“Somewhere you’ll get the answers you need and also wind up from the stressful city lifestyle.

No more questions.

Just come with me.” Ava took a deep breath.

“Fine,” she relented.

“I’ll come with you.” ~~~~~~~~~ Erica stepped into the club, immediately overwhelmed by the pulsating beat of the music that thumped through her chest.

The air was thick with a toxic mix of sweat, alcohol, and cigarette smoke, and her nose crinkled in disdain.

The neon lights spun and flickered, making her feel slightly disoriented as she adjusted to the chaotic atmosphere.

Her sharp eyes darted across the room, scanning the crowd.

The dance floor was packed with writhing bodies, their movements wild and unrestrained.

Some people lounged on the plush sofas that lined the walls, their glassy eyes hinting at substances stronger than alcohol coursing through their veins.

Others slumped motionless, either lost in their high or too intoxicated to move.

Erica’s lips curled in distaste, but she pressed forward in search of the familiar figure.

Her gaze swept past the chaos, finally landing on a dark corner of the room.

A shadowy figure stood there, partially obscured by the flickering lights and a haze of smoke.

Her breath caught when she saw Luke had a woman pinned against the wall, his hands possessively gripping her waist as he kissed her with a fervor that made Erica’s stomach churn.

The woman clung to him, her head tilted back in surrender.

A wave of anger and disgust surged through Erica, her nails biting into her palms as she clenched her fists.

For a moment, she envisioned yanking the woman away and shouting at Luke, but she quickly restrained herself.

She wasn’t there for petty jealousy.

She needed her money, and Luke still owed her.

Taking a steadying breath, she stormed toward him.

“Luke,” she called out.