Chapter 141: Not enough
The club was quiet, its usual lively atmosphere dimmed by the late hour. Dylan sat slouched on the leather sofa in a secluded corner, the room spinning slightly from the alcohol coursing through his veins. His head rested against the back of the seat, his fingers pressing into his temples.
James watched him with a worried look on his face. "I never thought I’d see you like this."
"Like what?" Dylan grumbled in annoyance.
"Like a heartbroken teenager after their first breakup," James quipped, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.
Dylan shot him a glare, his leg jerking out to kick James. "Are you here to help, or are you here to irritate me? If you can’t help me, don’t taunt me at the very least."
James chuckled. "Relax, man. I’m here to help," he said, placing a reassuring hand on Dylan’s shoulder. "But seriously, seeing you like this is a rare sight. It’s... well, it’s worrying. But also, kind of funny."
Dylan groaned, closing his eyes briefly. "I swear, if you don’t stop with the jokes, I’ll kick you out."
"Alright, alright." James raised his hands in surrender. "No more jokes. Now, tell me—what did Ava do to put you in this mood?"
Dylan’s mouth contorted as he recalled Ava with Ethan. "She doesn’t trust me," he muttered. "She trusts that bastard – Ethan. He is clearly twisting everything, and she is falling for it. She doubted me. Me." He jabbed a finger at his chest.