My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back

Dylan and Ava sprang apart. Ava’s cheeks burned a deep crimson, and she jumped to her feet, nervously smoothing her clothes.

"What is it, Justin?" Dylan hissed, displeased. "Is it that urgent you couldn’t wait for permission?"

"N-no, sir..." Justin stammered, holding out a bag. "I just...brought the fresh clothes for Madam." He risked a quick glance at her but immediately dropped his eyes to the floor.

Dylan snatched the bag and handed it to Ava, who snatched it from him and threw him a glare that could pierce through armor before storming toward the bathroom. Dylan watched her retreat with amused eyes, his lips curling into a smile. That smile was bright and could melt the heart of steel.

Justin watched him with a mix of awe and confusion, his mouth agape. He hadn’t seen him smile like this for ages. It seemed that the brooding, cold Dylan had softened uncharacteristically.

"You actually look good when you smile," he ventured cautiously. "You should smile more often."

The warmth on Dylan’s face vanished in an instant as he turned to Justin, his expression stern again. "If you keep barging into my office like this, I’ll have to fire you."

Justin’s face went pale, and he quickly lowered his head. "Apologies, sir."

Dylan reclined on the sofa, his posture casual. With a calm but commanding tone, he asked, "Did you handle the rumors?"

"Yes," Justin confirmed, standing at attention. "All the posts have been taken down. But there is something more intriguing." He pulled out a tablet and stepped forward. "Mr. Nicholas held a press conference this morning and addressed everything."

Justin handed over the tablet, and Dylan’s sharp eyes scanned the screen. The headline caught his attention first, but it was the video playback of Nicholas that drew him in.