My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: You still want to be with him.

Chapter 202: You still want to be with him.

Dylan slipped into the car parked outside the hospital.

Justin, sitting in the front seat, held up a tablet, showing the surveillance footage from the hospital.

“I’ve been reviewing the footage,” he said seriously.

“So far, nothing out of the ordinary, but it’ll take some time to go through everything thoroughly.” “Keep looking,” Dylan commanded.

“Something is off about all of this.

I’m sure Dr.

Fisher is involved somehow.

Make sure to dig into his background as well.” Justin nodded, acknowledging the seriousness of the situation.

“Got it, sir.

We’ll leave no stone unturned.” Dylan leaned back on the seat, closing his eyes.

“Any update from the office?” he asked, his fingers pressing against his forehead.

“Everything is going smoothly there.

The rumors have been shut down for now.

No more whispers about Ava Madam.” Dylan sighed, a small measure of relief crossing his features.

“Good.

Let’s head to the office now.” Justin nodded and started the engine.

Later that day€¦ Ava sat by her father’s bedside, waiting for him to wake up.

The doctor had said he would wake up at any minute.

Her heart raced as she noticed Thomas slowly opening his eyes.

Relief washed over her, mixing with the overwhelming tide of emotion.

“Papa.” Her lips quivered into a smile as her eyes filled with tears.

“You’re finally awake.” “Don’t cry,” Thomas murmured softly, his frail hand reaching up to wipe away the tears that had escaped down Ava’s cheeks.

Ava grasped his hand.

“I’m not crying.

I’m just so relieved€¦ and happy that you’re okay.” She blinked the tears away.

“I was so scared, but€¦ Dylan€¦ he arranged for the best doctor to treat you.” At the mention of Dylan’s name, Thomas’s weary eyes sharpened with a flicker of interest.

“Did you say Dylan?” He hadn’t heard her speaking about Dylan so proudly in a while, let alone praising him.

Ava nodded.

“He contacted Henry and requested him to come to the hospital.

And Henry came.” She choked with emotions.

“Everything happened smoothly, and it was all possible because of Dylan.” Thomas watched her with disbelief as he absorbed Ava’s words.

The image of Dylan’s distant and icy attitude toward him he knew was a stark contrast to what Ava had just shared.

The thought of Dylan going out of his way to secure a top specialist was both comforting and overwhelming.

“Where is he?” Thomas rasped.

“Call him.

I want to thank him.” “He has gone to the office,” Ava said softly.

“You can thank him later, Papa.

Right now, you need the doctor, not Dylan.” She reached out and pressed the call button beside his bed.

Moments later, the door opened, and a doctor accompanied by a nurse entered the room.

The doctor, a composed middle-aged man, greeted them with a small nod.

“You’re awake, Mr.

Williams.” Stepping closer to the bed, he checked Thomas’s vitals.

“How are you feeling?” “Just a bit dizzy,” Thomas managed.

“That’s normal,” the doctor reassured him.

“It’s from the anesthesia.

It will pass soon.” He turned to the nurse, speaking in a low tone and giving her specific instructions.

The nurse moved with quiet precision, adjusting IV lines and making notes on a clipboard.

The doctor finished his examination and turned to Ava with a reassuring smile.

“There is no need for concern.

He is doing very well.

What he needs most now is rest.

Try not to let him speak too much for the time being.” Ava nodded, smiling gratefully.

“I understand, doctor.

Thank you so much.” As the doctor stepped out of the room, Ava’s attention returned to her father.

She tucked the blanket more securely around him.

“Rest now.

I’ll be right here.” Thomas nodded slowly, his eyes getting closed.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Ava returned home in the evening.

Exhausted, her steps were heavy.

She sighed, rubbing her temple to soothe the dull ache in her head.

“I just need a shower and some sleep,” she murmured as she walked into her room.

But her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the bathroom door creaked open.

She froze, her heart jumping to her mouth as a figure emerged.

Dylan stood there, droplets of water glistening on his bare chest, his physique chiseled and unapologetically on display.

Ava’s eyes betrayed her as they lingered for a moment too long, a heat rising within her she couldn’t quite quell.

“You!” she gasped.

“What are you doing here?” Dylan’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, his hand casually running through his damp hair.

“Didn’t I tell you?” he said smoothly, tossing his towel in her direction.

“My home is wherever you are.” The towel landed unceremoniously in her hands, and she stared at it, her jaw slack with disbelief.

He strode to the wardrobe with an air of confidence as though he owned the place.

He pulled the wardrobe open, sifting through his clothes.

Her mouth opened to protest, but no words came out.

Instead, her mind raced.

‘When did he bring his things here?’ Dylan could feel her gaze on her.

He glanced over his shoulder with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he let the towel around his waist drop to the floor.

Ava’s breath hitched as she spun on her heel, her hands flying up to cover her face.

Heat crept up her neck, flooding her cheeks.

Behind her, Dylan chuckled softly.

“Relax, Ava,” he teased, slipping into his trousers.

“You’ve seen every inch of my body.

He pulled on a white shirt with deliberate ease.

Ava pressed her lips together, refusing to dignify his comment with a response.

Instead, she focused on steadying her breathing.

Dylan turned to her, adjusting his sleeves.

“I’m hungry.

I’ll order some food.

What do you like to eat?” “No, don’t order,” she said quickly.

“I’ll cook.” Without looking in his direction, she hung the towel on the hanger and walked out of the room in a hurry as if she were trying to escape.

By the time she reached the kitchen, Ava’s heart was pounding so fiercely it echoed in her ears.

She pressed her palm against her heated cheeks.

“Why is my heart racing like this?” she wondered, frustration mingling with confusion.

This had happened in the past when she had loved Dylan crazily.

But that was over now.

Wasn’t it?

Then why is this fluttering in her tummy?

‘You still want to be with him,’ a voice murmured in her head.

“No€¦” She shook her head.

“This is impossible.

I have ended things with him.

I just want to thank him for saving Papa.

That’s all.” She assured herself that she hadn’t left any feelings for Dylan in her heart and that she was cooking for him to express her gratitude.

“Are you thinking about me?” Her internal pep talks faltered when a low, familiar voice broke through her thoughts.

She jumped and spun around, startled, her wide eyes meeting Dylan’s steady, intent gaze.