Chapter 308: Ava is pregnant.
Ava walked over and pulled the door open, revealing a housekeeping staff member standing outside, a tray of food balanced in his hands.
"Come in," she said, stepping aside.
The man entered with a polite smile, carefully placing the tray on the table before arranging the dishes. "Enjoy your meal," he said with a nod before quietly exiting.
Ava turned back toward Dylan. "Let’s eat." She moved to his side, helping him to his feet before settling him into the wheelchair. She wheeled him to the table.
But as she reached the table, she froze. Her eyes widened in astonishment, lips parting in surprise as she took in the beautifully arranged feast before her.
Every single dish was her favorite, from the elegantly plated pasta to the rich, decadent chocolate mousse.
Dylan watched her with a satisfied grin, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his wine glass. The way her eyes sparkled, the way she stood in stunned delight—this reaction was exactly what he had hoped for. It was worth every effort he had put into planning this moment.
"You ordered all my favorite food," Ava finally managed, her voice brimming with excitement.
"No—I had the chef make everything especially for you." Dylan chuckled, his gaze never leaving hers. "Seeing you happy is worth more than anything else. Now, come sit." He patted the chair beside him.
Ava bit her lip, warmth spreading in her chest. Quietly, she slid into the seat, still overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture.
Dylan reached for a plate piled with crispy, golden chicken wings and placed it directly in front of her. "You love chicken wings. This whole plate is yours."