Chapitre 187: You won’t get rid of me.

The next day…

Ava stirred from her sleep, her hands stretched upward. But she paused mid-stretch when a weight around her waist registered in her half-asleep mind. Confused, her fingers brushed against something warm and solid.

Her eyes fluttered open, and her breath caught. There, wrapped firmly around her waist, was an arm. Heart racing, Ava turned her head and saw Dylan lying beside her, still deep in slumber. His face was peaceful, and his breathing was even.

Ava blinked, her mind struggling to make sense of the situation.

'Wasn't this a dream?' She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, half-expecting him to vanish. But no—there he was, as real as the erratic thudding of her heart.

It wasn't a dream – it couldn't be.

'Why is he here? When did he come?'

Ava remembered falling asleep alone. There was no one beside her. How did he enter her room?