My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Shopping spree

Ava’s lips pressed into a tight pout. Her irritation was unmistakable as she shot a sharp glance at Dylan. “What kind of brother are you?” she snapped. “Shouldn’t you be taking care of her? She is pregnant, for God’s sake!”

Dylan opened his mouth to reply but found himself at a loss for words. Her accusation left him fumbling for a defense.

“You are such a disappointment,” she continued reprimanding him. “At least try to show some care for your sister.”

Dylan scratched his head awkwardly, inwardly cringing. He regretted sending that message to Lilianna earlier. She wouldn’t have canceled to come with them if he hadn’t convinced her to bow out of the plan. “Lilianna wanted us to go,” he murmured hesitantly, barely meeting Ava’s eyes. “I didn’t know how to refuse her. I thought she’d be upset.”

Ava rolled her eyes with exasperation as she climbed into the car. “I’m not going anywhere,” she declared firmly. “Take me back home.”

Dylan sighed, running a hand through his hair, his mind reeling. He wasn’t ready to give up, but he also didn’t want to push her too hard. He quietly slipped into the driver’s seat, his expression solemn.

“Alright, we’ll go home,” he said gently. “But what will you tell Lilianna when she calls? She’ll be upset if she finds out we didn’t go.”

Ava fell silent, her frustration mingling with hesitation. She knew Dylan was right—Lilianna would be disappointed if she learned that they had canceled the plan.

Letting out a long sigh, she leaned back against the seat. “Fine,” she muttered reluctantly. “Let’s go shopping.”

Dylan’s lips curled slightly in satisfaction. He wouldn’t stop trying to make her happy. “As you wish.”

As the car pulled out of the driveway, he glanced at Ava out of the corner of his eye. He silently resolved to make the outing worthwhile.

They soon arrived at a renowned boutique in town, and Dylan led her inside. His sharp gaze swept over the racks of elegant gowns until he spotted a salesgirl.

“Show us some dresses for her,” he said with quiet authority.

“Of course, this way, please.” The salesgirl guided them deeper into the store, where rows of stunning designer gowns were meticulously displayed. Each dress was a masterpiece, shimmering with intricate beadwork and luxurious fabrics.

Ava followed reluctantly, her interest barely piqued. She wanted this over with quickly, planning to pick a random dress and escape. But Dylan, unfazed by her indifference, was determined to find something extraordinary for her.

“This one, Ava,” Dylan said suddenly, lifting a midnight-blue gown adorned with delicate beading. “Try it.”

“Fine,” she muttered, taking the gown and heading into the changing room.

Ava changed into the dress without much thought, but as her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror, she paused. The gown hugged her frame perfectly, its shimmering details accentuating her elegance. She couldn’t help but trace the delicate beading with her fingers, seemingly surprised at Dylan’s choice of dress.

Her heart fluttered, unbidden, as she wondered if Dylan would like it. Gathering her composure, she stepped out of the changing room.

Dylan glanced up briefly, his expression unreadable. “Alright…try this next,” he said, handing her another gown—a deep emerald-green piece with flowing layers.

Ava frowned slightly, looking down at the dress she was already wearing. “But I like this one. It’s beautiful.”

“If you like it, we’ll take it. Try this as well,” he insisted, shoving the dress in her hands.

Ava sighed, clutching the dress as she retreated to the changing room. After some time, she came out, but Dylan wasn’t satisfied yet. He handed her another dress and urged her to try that too.

Likewise, Ava continued to try one after another dresses. It was almost an hour and Ava was visibly drained, her patience thinning.

However, Dylan handed her another dress.

Ava sighed in frustration, clutching the hem of the sequined number she was already wearing. “Dylan, I’ve tried on half the boutique! I’m exhausted.”

Unperturbed, Dylan coaxed her, “Just one more. Trust me on this.”

Ava groaned as she trudged back into the changing room. She yanked the curtain shut, muttering to herself about Dylan’s persistence.

Moments later, she stepped out wearing a floor-length gown of emerald silk, its delicate embroidery shimmering like stardust. Dylan, who had been casually scrolling through his phone, glanced up—and froze. His usual composed demeanor faltered as his eyes locked onto her.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice low and awestruck. “You look stunning.”

Ava caught her reflection in the full-length mirror, and despite her irritation, she couldn’t deny the truth in his words. The dress was exquisite, making her feel both regal and feminine. And somehow, Dylan had known it would be.

“Well, I hope you’re satisfied,” she said, trying to sound annoyed. “Because I’m not trying on another dress.”

Dylan gave a small, approving smile, his gaze lingering on her a moment longer. “Okay, we are leaving.” He called the salesgirl with a wave of his hand. “Pack up all the dresses she tried. We’ll take them.”

Ava’s head snapped toward him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” She had tried countless dresses. Where was she going to keep them?

“No – I don’t need all of them,” she hissed, tugging at his arm. “There is no place in the wardrobe.”

Dylan’s lips curled into a smug grin. “That’s not a problem. If there is no room, I’ll just have another wardrobe installed.” He handed the salesgirl a black card. “Charge everything to this.”

The salesgirl’s face lit up, barely able to contain her excitement. “Thank you, sir!” she gushed, hurrying to ring up the sale.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered under her breath.

Dylan chuckled, leaning in just close enough for only her to hear. “Impossible or thoughtful? You decide.”

Ava gave him a side-eye glare.

Dylan took her hands in his. “I haven’t bought you anything in the past,” he added, his expression softening. “I am trying to make up to you. Let me do this.”

Ava shook her head helplessly and went to change the dress. “He is buying half the boutique. Who does such things? Ugh!”

A frustrated growl escaped her mouth. “If he thinks he can make up to me with this, he is wrong. These dresses can’t heal the pain in my heart.”

She paused, and her expression froze. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper, trying to tug it down. But no matter how much she twisted and turned, the stubborn zipper refused to budge. Frustration bubbled up inside her as she huffed.

“What am I going to do?” she mumbled, chewing on her lower lip. She tugged harder, her face contorting with effort. But it was no use. She slumped against the wall of the fitting room, releasing an exasperated groan. “Great. Just great.”

A thought crossed her mind. Her expression shifted from frustration to hesitance. “Should I… ask Dylan for help?”