My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Why did you kidnap me?

Chapter 285: Why did you kidnap me?

Henry frowned, confused.

“Why are you interested in helping him?” he asked, trying to understand Dylan’s motive.

“You’ve always despised the Bakers.

As far as I know, you resent anyone connected to them.

So why do you want me to take this case?

Besides, no one from Nicholas’s side has reached out to me.

I can’t just step in without a reason.” “Don’t worry about that,” Dylan assured him.

“I guarantee someone from his side will contact you soon.

And I’m doing this because of my personal interest, to end the rivalry between the two families.” Henry fell dead silent, seemingly dumbfounded.

“The Bakers want to get rid of the illegitimate son,” he stated coldly.

“They are planning to eliminate Nicholas during his surgery.

If I expose this to him, he’ll ensure the Bakers suffer the worst consequences imaginable.

He won’t spare a single person who plotted against him.

And most importantly€¦” Dylan’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“Nicholas will never forget this favor.

He’ll owe me-forever.” “Smart move,” Henry admitted, impressed.

“If that’s the case, I’m in.” Later that day€¦ Ava stepped into the house, the weight of the day still lingering on her shoulders.

The moment she walked in, Dylan greeted her with a warm smile and wheeled himself toward her.

“You’re back.” He reached for her bag, just like she used to do for him in the past.

“How was the day?” Ava let out a soft sigh.

“It was fun but also stressful.” Dylan smirked knowingly.

“I know exactly how to fix that.

Go freshen up-I’ll brew some coffee for you.” Her heart swelled at his words.

Once, she had been the one making coffee for him after long workdays.

Now, the roles were reversed, and the simple gesture made her emotional.

She wanted to hold onto this moment.

“Okay,” she beamed, unable to hide her joy.

“I’ll be right back.” As she walked into the bedroom, Dylan put her bag aside and pressed the button on his wheelchair, maneuvering it smoothly toward the kitchen.

By the time Ava returned, she found him settled on the sofa, a steaming cup of coffee placed neatly on the central table.

“Come and enjoy your coffee,” Dylan said, patting the spot beside him.

She sat down and picked up the cup, taking a small sip.

The aroma, the warmth-it was perfect.

“Mmm€¦ nice,” she murmured, smiling.

“You’ve learned to make coffee perfectly.” “Thank you.

I’m trying to improve myself and you will see it in every aspect.

Anyway€¦” He picked up the folder beside him and handed it to her.

“Take a look at this.” Ava’s brows furrowed as she opened it.

“What is it?” “The list of directors who opposed you,” Dylan said, his voice calm but firm.

“Ethan paid them to support him in taking over your position.

Their statements are recorded.

This is all the evidence you need to take action against him.” Ava stared at the folder in her hands, still processing how swiftly Dylan had acted.

She looked up at him, astonishment flickering in her eyes.

“When did you get their statement?” she asked, bewildered.

Dylan smirked, his confidence unwavering.

“It wasn’t a big deal for me.” Ava narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him.

She knew better than to question his capability.

Dylan had even managed to convince Miss Bell to continue the partnership.

It was a secret what measures he had used to force Miss Bell, but Ava was grateful to him.

“This is enough proof to expose Ethan’s deceit,” she said, holding up the folder.

But her expression faltered, the smile fading into sadness.

“I trusted him so much€¦ never once thought he would betray me.

And now, knowing his true face makes my stomach churn.

I regret not realizing it sooner.” “Don’t blame yourself,” he cooed, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“What matters is that you see him for who he truly is now.

Don’t let him manipulate you any further.” Ava exhaled slowly, then placed her hand over his.

Her fingers curled around his, her determination solidifying.

“I’ll never let him conspire against me again.” Dylan smiled, caressing her cheek.

His gaze softened, and his chest swelled with adoration.

As they continued to look at each other, the temperature between them rose, their pulse rates quickening.

The next moment, they kissed each other, sensual and arousing.

~~~~~~~~ In the darkness of the night, a few masked men dragged Mathew Fisher into a dimly lit room.

With his hands bound tightly behind his back, and a blindfold pressing against his eyes, he felt utterly helpless.

Panic clawed at his chest.

He had no idea where these men were taking him, but one thing was certain-he was in grave danger.

Every minute stretched to eternity, and he felt he would die right away.

Then, without warning, a brutal shove sent him sprawling onto the cold, hard floor.

Pain shot through his body.

But the fear was the one that made him tremble uncontrollably.

“Please€¦ let me go,” Mathew’s voice quivered as he begged.

“I’ll do anything you ask-just don’t kill me.” Before he could finish, rough hands yanked off his blindfold.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips as sudden light blinded him.

Blinking rapidly, he struggled to adjust, his vision slowly sharpening.

The first thing he saw was a row of towering men clad in black suits.

Their faces were expressionless, their eyes void of warmth.

A shiver ran down his spine as he recoiled instinctively.

His breath was shallow, his mind racing.

But then, his gaze traveled past the guards and settled on a lone figure seated in the center of the room.

A jolt of shock coursed through him.

His mouth fell open.

“Nicholas?” he murmured, shock mingling with confusion.

Mathew had been in hiding for days, terrified that Dylan would eventually track him down for his involvement with Lydia.

When he was abducted earlier that day, he had assumed it was Dylan’s men who had finally caught him.

But the person sitting in front of him was Nicholas Baker, much to his astonishment.

“Why?” he croaked, his throat dry.

“Why did you kidnap me?” Nicholas leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable.

“You should know why.”