The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 283

Bacchus strode out of the office, his fingers flying across his phone screen as he fired off a text to Sophie: Got held up with a last-minute issue. I might be a little late.

Barely a second passed before Sophie replied with a voice memo, her tone playful and light. "I don't mind waiting a little longer for a handsome guy. Take your time~"

Bacchus settled into his car, playing the sweet, melodic voice note twice. A soft smile involuntarily pulled at the corners of his mouth as he stepped on the gas, smoothly merging into the midday traffic.

Arriving at the restaurant, he immediately spotted Sophie. She was sitting at a window table, her cheek resting on her hand, an open menu and a glass of warm lemon water before her. She looked utterly captivating.

Carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers he had purposely stopped to buy on the way, Bacchus quickened his pace toward her.

"Have you been waiting long?" he asked, extending the vibrant arrangement toward her, a warm smile in his eyes. "These are for you."

Sophie reached out to accept them, her stunning eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked up at him. "Is this an apology for being late?"

"Not an apology. I bought them specifically for you," Bacchus said smoothly, shrugging off his jacket to drape it over the back of his chair before sitting down.

"Being late was entirely my fault. You can name a demand as a penalty, and as long as it's within my power, I'll make it happen."

"The flowers are gorgeous. I love them." Sophie traced a soft petal with her fingertip, a cunning glint flashing in her eyes.

"I get to make a demand? I'll have to think long and hard about that."

Bacchus nodded, his gaze lingering on her smiling face. "Take your time," he said gently. "No rush."

Setting the bouquet gently on the edge of the table, Sophie decided to push her luck just to tease him. "So... spending the night with me works too?"

A faint flush crept up Bacchus's neck, but he didn't look away. He swallowed hard before replying, his tone laced with heavy indulgence.

"I suppose I could agree to that demand. But if you try to ghost me the morning after, wouldn't I be getting the short end of the stick?"

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