Chapter 278: Luke is planning to kill Nicholas.
"I sent Justin off to handle something," he explained, rolling the wheelchair closer to her. "Enough about me. Tell me—how was your first day as the president?"
"It was... eventful. I think I’ve signed my weight in documents today." Ava sighed dramatically, holding up her hands for him to see. "My fingers are practically frozen." She pouted.
Dylan chuckled, taking her hands in his. He brought them to his lips and placed a tender kiss on each one. His warm touch sent a pleasant shiver up her spine. "How does it feel now?"
Ava’s pout turned into a sheepish smile. "Better," she whispered with a playful glint in her eyes. "But...I think I want more."
Dylan’s brow quirked at her words, a smirk playing on his lips. "More?" he tugged at her hand, pulling her forward.
"Ah!" Ava gasped, landing squarely on his lap, her hands instinctively bracing against his shoulders. Her wide eyes locked with his, a flush of surprise and embarrassment spreading across her cheeks.
"Dylan, what are you doing?" she stammered, wriggling slightly. "We’re in a hospital! Anyone could walk in and see us."
But Dylan only tightened his arms around her, anchoring her in place. "You said you wanted more. How could I not fulfill your wish?"
He cupped her chin with one hand and leaned in, capturing her lips with his. His kiss was gentle but unyielding, an unspoken promise of devotion. Ava’s initial surprise melted into a smile against his lips as her hands relaxed against his chest.
"How is it?" Dylan whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "Do you want more?"
Ava drew back slightly, placing a hand firmly against his chest. Her expression was a mix of affection and caution. "Control yourself. You’ve just recovered."
