Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 260

Dave POV

I was halfway through the newest contract our legal team had cooked up for the influencer campaign when I stopped reading for the third time.

My eyes remained fixed on the same paragraph.

I had read it at least four times already.

Honestly, dealing with influencers was not my idea of a good time. I had an entire team whose job was to handle them, negotiate their rates, chase deliverables, review their content and make sure nobody suddenly developed amnesia when it was time to honour a contract. I shouldn’t even have been looking at the damn thing.

But I liked knowing there were no loose ends.

Especially after Eli once told me about a case Lydia had handled where a company had nearly walked into a legal disaster because of poorly drafted contracts. Ever since then, I’d developed an almost unreasonable suspicion of anything involving clauses, signatures and people promising they had “read everything carefully.”

Influencers were particularly dangerous.

They could smile into a camera for thirty seconds and convince millions of people to buy something, but somehow forget the meaning of a three–page agreement they had personally signed.

I rubbed my temple and scrolled down.

Another clause.

Another paragraph.

Another headache.

My phone sat beside my laptop, screen facing upward.

I glanced at it.

Nothing.

I sighed.

“Lydia.”

1 picked it up anyway.

Her contact was still sitting near the top of my recent calls, almost mocking me.

I tapped her name.

The call rang.

And rang

Then disconnected.

I stared at the screen.

Again.

I called back.

+15 Bonus

Nothing.

For the past twenty–four hours, Thad been doing this.

Calling.

Waiting.

Getting nothing.

At first, I’d assumed she was deliberately ignoring me.

Which, honestly, wouldn’t have surprised me.

After our last conversation, I probably deserved a little silence. I’d crossed a line, she’d drawn another one, and I’d stood there realizing I’d somehow managed to make things worse when I’d been trying to make them better.

Maybe she’d decided she needed space.

Maybe I’d annoyed her again.

Maybe she was simply being Lydia.

I leaned back in my chair and let out a slow breath.

“Great.”

I dropped the phone onto the desk.

If she didn’t answer by tomorrow, I’d go to her house.

I’d deal with whatever look she gave me when I showed up uninvited.

At least then I’d know she was fine.

That thought should have comforted me.

It didn’t.

I picked up the contract again, but the words had already lost whatever little meaning they had possessed.

“Come on, Lydia.”

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