Capítulo 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.