Chapter 150: Is this how you planned to torture me?
When Ava finally came out of the bathroom after a bath, she saw Dylan standing by the window, his phone pressed to his ear. He was engrossed in a conversation, his deep voice barely audible. Ava paused and watched him, trying to catch a word, but the murmurs were too low to decipher. But she realized he was speaking with Justin.
"I’ll be there," Dylan finally said, his tone firm, before ending the call. He turned around and his gaze immediately locked onto Ava. His body stiffened as his eyes traveled down her figure.
Ava’s towel clung to her damp skin, accentuating her delicate frame. Her wet hair cascaded over her shoulders. Droplets of water traced their way down her collarbone, disappearing beneath the towel. She looked like a fresh rose covered with morning dew drops.
Dylan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, completely entranced. The world outside ceased to exist; the meeting he had just discussed with Justin was forgotten. All he could focus on was her, standing there, looking absolutely breathtaking.
His feet moved instinctively, closing the distance between them.
Ava noticed the intensity in his gaze and felt a sudden flush of warmth rise to her cheeks. ’Why is he looking at me like that?’ she thought, flustered. She turned quickly, heading toward the closet, but Dylan stood in front of her. Startled, she stepped back, her heel slipping on the smooth floor.
"Ah!" she yelped, her hands flailing in panic, trying to grasp anything to regain her balance.
Dylan’s reflexes were swift. In one fluid motion, he reached out and caught her, pulling her firmly against his chest. Ava’s heart pounded wildly as she clung to him, her palms flat against his chest.
"Careful," he murmured.