My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Dylan€™s teasing Chapter 306: Dylan€™s teasing Dylan remained seated, his expression grim and unreadable.

He could easily send someone to extract Erica, but that would be a reckless move.

The nightclub was Baker territory-deep in their stronghold.

If they caught even a whiff of his involvement, they would retaliate with full force.

And right now, Dylan couldn’t afford to engage with his arch-rival.

Not when he had just secured a major project.

Any conflict with the Bakers could jeopardize his company’s reputation, leading to the contract being revoked.

It was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

That was precisely why he had turned to Nicholas for help.

But Nicholas had played his own game, refusing to act immediately.

Dylan exhaled, shaking his head.

“Maybe it’s her karma,” he murmured.

Deciding to push the matter aside for now, he reached for his phone and dialed Justin.

“The meeting is over.

Come here.” Beep A few minutes later, Justin entered the room.

“Are you heading to the office now, or should I take you home?” “No, go and bring Ava here.” Justin nodded and left without another word.

With a satisfied sigh, Dylan unlocked his phone and typed out a message: ‘Have lunch with me.

I’m sending Justin to bring you.’ He hit send and kept his gaze fixed on the screen, waiting for her reply.

Moments later, his phone dinged.

‘Why did you bother Justin?

I could come on my own.’ Dylan chuckled, quickly typing back: ‘Because I want to pamper my wife.

Come soon.

I can’t wait to see you.’ A few seconds passed before her response popped up: ‘Take a deep breath, my dear hubby.

Impatience is not good for health.’ A laugh rumbled from Dylan’s chest as he read the message.

He shook his head, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Well, I am impatient to see you.

I can’t help it.” ~~~~~~~~ Dylan’s patience had been tested to its limits, but the moment Ava stepped into the room, all his restlessness melted away.

Yet, instead of welcoming her with open arms, he put on a dramatic pout, feigning upset.

“You are late,” he whined like a child.

“How could you make me wait so long?” Ava arched a brow, instantly catching on to his act.

If he wanted to play, she was more than happy to indulge him.

“If you had just called me directly, I could have come sooner.

But no, you insisted on sending Justin.

Of course, it took time for him to reach my office and then drive me here.

So, really, it’s your fault.” “Instead of soothing me, you’re blaming me?

That’s cruel, Ava.” He huffed, folding his arms tighter against his chest.

“I’m upset.

Shouldn’t you be pacifying me?” Ava bit her lip, amusement twinkling in her eyes.

She reached for his arm, tugging gently.

“Alright, alright.

Tell me, what should I do to make it up to you?” Dylan cast her a sidelong glance.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

Ava cupped his face, guiding him toward her before pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

Dylan let out a satisfied hum, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.

He deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with unrestrained passion.

His hands traveled along her back, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns before inching toward her curves.

Ava gasped softly, her body shivering under his touch, but she suddenly stirred, pulling away.

“Wait€¦I am hungry.

Let’s eat first.” Dylan groaned, tightening his arms around her.

“I’m hungry too.

But not for food.” His dark gaze flickered to her lips.

Before she could respond, he kissed her again-this time with more urgency.

The warmth of his body seeped into hers, making her breath hitch.

His hands roamed, exploring, as his lips moved against hers, coaxing her into surrender.

A soft sigh escaped Ava’s lips as her fingers slid across his chest.

Ring-Ring-Ring€¦ The shrill ring of her phone cut through the heated moment.

Ava tried to break free, but Dylan tightened his hold, his lips still devouring hers with unrelenting passion.

“Dylan, wait,” she managed to gasp between kisses.

“Let me check the phone first.” “Ignore it.” He pressed her down against the plush sofa, his lips refusing to part from hers as his fingers skillfully fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.

Ava’s hands flattened against his chest, pushing him back just enough to create space between them.

“It could be from the office.

I need to take the call.” “Ugh,” Dylan let out a frustrated groan, leaning back against the sofa with an exasperated sigh.

“You know how to spoil the mood.” Ava stifled a giggle, knowing just how much she had tested his patience.

She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, only to see her father’s name.

“It’s Papa,” she murmured, turning the screen toward Dylan.

“I need to take this.” Dylan scowled at her, displeased.

But he didn’t stop her.

Ignoring his sulking expression, Ava quickly pressed the phone to her ear.

“Papa.” “You forgot about me.

Not a single call these days.” Ava’s lips curled into a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Papa€¦ I’ve been busy.” “Yes, yes-my daughter has so many responsibilities that she has forgotten her old man,” Thomas whined dramatically.

“No, not at all!

How could I forget about you?

It’s my fault, I admit it.

I promise to call you every day from now on.

Happy?” Watching her talking on the phone so carelessly, Dylan’s annoyance rose.

She had just left him burning with desire, yet here she was, completely engrossed in her conversation with her father.

A slow, mischievous smirk curved his lips as an idea formed in his mind.

If she thought she could ignore him this easily, she was mistaken.

He trailed his knuckles lightly up her arm, letting his touch barely skim her skin.

Ava stiffened, her body reacting instantly.

Her eyes darted to him, flashing a warning.

She swatted his hand away before turning her attention back to the call.

“That’s better.

Don’t forget to call me.” Thomas’s tone softened this time.

But the seriousness was still etched in his voice as he spoke again.

“I heard about what happened at the Ace Group.

And I also learned about Lydia.

Is Dylan okay?” She parted her lips to respond, but suddenly, a shiver ran down her spine as Dylan’s fingers skimmed up her back, his touch electrifying.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her grip tightening around the phone.

Her free hand shot out, grabbing his wandering fingers and squeezing them in a warning.

“He€¦” She turned to him, eyes blazing with irritation.

“He is doing absolutely fine.” Dylan grinned, clearly enjoying her struggle.

“That’s good.

I was worried about him.” Thomas continued, oblivious to the silent battle happening on the other end.

He let out a deep sigh.

“All these years, he held a grudge against me, believing I was the one behind his parents’ accident.

But it was Lydia all along€¦ I never imagined she was capable of such a conspiracy.” Dylan remained blissfully unaware of the weight of the conversation, too caught up in his own playful mischief.

His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in, pressing a searing kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck.

At the same time, his fingers found her waist, giving her a teasing pinch.

Ava jolted, biting back a gasp.

With one firm push on his shoulder, she created some distance between them.

She shot him a murderous glare.

Despite the distraction, Ava’s focus remained razor-sharp.

“She actually wanted to kill you.

But I don’t understand what enmity she has with you.

Do you know the reason behind her hatred for you?”