My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Rylee is in town.

Chapter 220: Rylee is in town.

“Oh, I€¦” Dylan glanced down at the tray, momentarily flustered.

“I brought your breakfast.

But it seems you’re not ready yet.” He strode across the room with purposeful steps and set the tray on the nightstand.

“Don’t just stand there,” he chided gently.

“You are putting unnecessary pressure on your injured ankle.” Before she could protest, he clasped her shoulders, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Start eating.” Ava looked at the plate of toast, the scrambled eggs, and a glass of orange juice, her emotions a tangle of confusion, suspicion, and something she couldn’t quite name.

“Why are you doing all this?” she asked, raising her suspicious gaze at him.

“What did I do?” Dylan tilted his head slightly, feigning confusion.

“These.” She gestured to the tray.

“Cooking for me, taking out my clothes-what are you trying to accomplish?” Dylan wanted to say, ‘I’m trying to win you back.’ But he bit back the words, reminding himself of his plan.

Keeping a careful distance, was the only way to make her realize what she truly wanted.

“You are overthinking,” he said casually.

“You injured yourself, remember.

I’m just trying to help you recover quickly so you can focus on your work.

Eat, get ready, and we’ll go to the office together.” With that, he turned and left.

Ava’s hands gripped the edge of the mattress tightly as frustration bubbled inside her.

“It’s all because of work,” she muttered.

“Ruthless man.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Dylan’s car rolled to a stop in the office parking lot, Ava’s gaze shifted to the approaching figure of Justin, who was pushing a wheelchair toward them.

He reached her door and opened it with a cheerful smile.

“Good morning, Madam,” he greeted warmly, gesturing to the wheelchair.

“I brought this for you.

There is no need to strain yourself by walking on your injured leg.” Ava blinked at the wheelchair, her surprise evident.

“How did you know I’m injured?” Her eyes darted toward Dylan, still seated in the driver’s seat.

“You told him!” Her voice carried a mix of astonishment and disbelief.

She was stunned that Dylan had arranged a wheelchair for her in no time.

“You insisted on coming to work,” Dylan replied as he shrugged nonchalantly.

“I didn’t have a choice but to make sure you could move around without making things worse.” He exited the car, walking around to her side.

“Come on.

Let me help you.” Still dazed, Ava accepted his outstretched hand, letting him assist her out of the car and settle her into the wheelchair.

Dylan began to push her toward the private elevator, Justin trailing quietly behind them.

Ava’s heart thudded in her chest, her emotions teetering on the edge of control.

This level of care from Dylan felt entirely foreign.

In the past, she had yearned for even a fraction of his attention, but he had always been cold, distant, and detached.

The affection he showed now felt surreal, almost as though he had become a completely different person.

She stole a glance at his composed face.

‘How different things might have been if he had been like this before,’ she thought wistfully.

Their relationship could have flourished instead of unraveling.

But as much as her heart ached for what could have been, fear weighed her down.

Starting over felt like stepping into an abyss.

She wasn’t sure she could handle the pain of trying to rebuild something that had already been shattered.

Ding€¦ The soft chime of the elevator doors opening snapped Ava out of her thoughts.

She glanced around, her surroundings grounding her back into the present.

Dylan pushed her wheelchair out of the elevator and into her office.

“Are you sure you can work?” he asked with concern.

“If you’re still in pain, we can head to the hospital.” “I’m fine,” she assured him.

“I don’t need to go to the hospital.

In fact,” she pushed herself up from the wheelchair, “I don’t need this.” She limped toward her desk, her leg hitting against the wheelchair.

The sudden collision nearly caused her to lose her balance, her body tilting precariously.

Dylan reached out reflexively and held her arm at the right time.

“Be careful,” he admonished with exasperation and worry.

He pulled her into his arms.

Ava held her breath unconsciously as she found herself pressed against his chest.

“Are you hurt?” he asked as his gaze darted briefly to her injured leg.

Then his eyes returned to hers, searching for any sign of discomfort.

What he found instead was astonishment etched across her face.

“Do you always have to be this stubborn?” he chided her.

“Are you trying to hurt yourself even more?” He guided her back into the wheelchair.

“Sit here, and don’t move.

If you don’t listen, I’ll send you straight back home.” Ava bit her lip and stayed silent, deciding that listening to him was better than pushing his limits.

“You don’t have to work,” he said in a commanding tone.

“Stay here for now.

After the morning meeting, I’ll arrange for you to go home and rest.” “No, I’m fine.

Really€¦ I can handle this.

I’ll start working.” Her determination seemed to both frustrate and impress him.

He hesitated, torn between his desire to send her home to rest and the overwhelming need to stay close to her.

Every moment with her was precious.

“Alright.” His tone was deliberately cold to mask his excitement.

“If you’re so eager to work, then fine.

But don’t come up with excuses to leave early.” Ava’s eyes flashed with irritation.

Just moments ago, he seemed genuinely concerned, ready to whisk her away to ensure her recovery.

Now, his abrupt shift in tone felt jarring, even insulting.

“I don’t procrastinate,” she shot back.

“So rest assured, I won’t be giving you any excuses.” She maneuvered the wheelchair to her desk.

Reaching out, she grabbed a file from the neatly arranged pile, flipping it open with purpose.

She began scanning the documents, pointedly ignoring the man still standing nearby.

Dylan silently left the office, a smile tugging at his lips.

As he approached his own office, he found Justin waiting for him outside the door.

“Is everything ready for the meeting?” he asked as he entered the room, Justin holding the door open.

“Yes, everything is ready,” Justin confirmed.

But there was an undercurrent of importance in his voice.

“Rylee is in town.

He called to inform me that he is ready to start executing the plan.”