My ex husband wants me back (Daven and Althea) novel Chapter 626

Lydia blinked, still trying to steady her breathing. “What—”

Cale dipped his head again, pressing a softer kiss to the corner of her lips this time—lighter, but somehow even more unsettling. “Who told you to look this beautiful tonight?” he continued quietly.

A small laugh slipped from Lydia, though her heartbeat was anything but steady. “That’s not a reason to—”

He didn’t let her finish.

Another kiss followed—shorter, but enough to make her lose her bearings for a second. Her grip tightened without her realizing it, no longer to push him away, but to keep up with the rhythm he set.

“Cale…” Her voice softened, no longer entirely protest.

The elevator chimed softly, the doors sliding open. But Cale didn’t move to set her down.

He simply stepped out, still carrying her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His pace was steady, unhurried, as he walked down the quiet hotel corridor. Dim lights framed their shadows, stretching and shifting along the walls.

“You need to put me down now,” Lydia whispered again, her voice lowers this time as she shifted slightly in his arms, trying to make him relent.

“Why?” Cale asked simply.

“Because—” Lydia faltered, unable to come up with a reason strong enough. Her face still burned. “Because this is too much.”

“Not really.”

The answer came just as easily as everything else he had said tonight. Cale stopped in front of a door.

VIP Room. He finally set Lydia down gently—but didn’t let her go. His hand remained at her waist, keeping her close. The keycard brushed against the lock.

A soft click.

And the door opened.

And before Lydia could fully process what had just happened Cale was already pulling her inside.

The door closed softly behind them, shutting out the noise from outside as if the world had stopped right at that threshold. Lydia stood just a few steps from the door, not yet moving further, when the faint scent of flowers greeted her. She lifted her gaze—and stilled without realizing it.

“Cale…”

Rose petals scattered across the floor—not excessive, but enough to form a soft path leading toward the bed. The lights were dimmed, casting a golden glow that made the room feel warmer… more intimate—as if it had been created for just the two of them.

But that wasn’t what truly held her in place.

Her eyes slowly shifted to the bed—and there, she saw something that made her breath catch.

Amid the neatly arranged petals lay a black tie and a long strip of soft fabric, folded with deliberate care, as though meant to be discovered. And most striking of all… a lace nightgown placed right beside it.

Lydia’s brows drew together slightly. She stepped closer, her fingers lifting, almost brushing against the fabric and the nightgown—before stopping midair.

“What is this?” she asked softly, turning to look at Cale, who still stood not far from her.

Cale didn’t answer right away. He removed his jacket with calm ease, as though there was nothing unusual about what Lydia had just seen. He tossed it onto a nearby chair before looking back at her, his expression steady… but his gaze far too focused.

“What do you think?” he replied lightly.

Lydia turned fully toward him now, her expression a mix of curiosity and a faint, unfamiliar caution she couldn’t quite explain. “Don’t tell me this is part of your surprise too.”

Cale didn’t deny it.

Instead, he began walking toward her—slowly, deliberately. Each step measured, certain… enough to make Lydia instinctively take a small step back. Not because she truly wanted to move away—but because her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up.

Until the back of her legs brushed against the edge of the bed.

“Didn’t you say,” Cale murmured, his voice low and steady, “that I should make sure you stay happy?”

His tone hadn’t changed—but the way he said it, the way he looked at her, made something tighten in Lydia’s chest. She swallowed, trying to keep her composure. “I didn’t realize that included… all of this.”

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