My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: The vulnerability Chapter 225: The vulnerability Inside Dylan’s car€¦ The incident had impacted Ava deeply.

She sat close to him, her body trembling, her hands gripping his like a lifeline.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, as though she feared that the nightmare was not yet over, that the men would return to drag her back into the terror she had just endured.

“Ava, calm down.

You’re safe now,” Dylan whispered gently, his hand moving to her hair, his touch tender and soothing.

But his words fell flat.

They couldn’t ease the storm of fear swirling in her mind.

The thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t arrived in time made her stomach churn.

Dylan’s heart ached.

He had never seen her so broken and terrified.

The incident had shattered her confidence.

He wished he could go back to the hotel and kill those men instantly.

But Ava wouldn’t leave him.

He signaled the driver to drive and then called Justin.

He narrated everything that happened briefly.

“Go there and nab those men,” Dylan commanded.

“I want them.

Alive.

Don’t let them slip away.” The call ended, and he turned his attention back to Ava.

She was still clutching him, her face buried in his chest.

“Those men will pay for what they did.

I won’t let them get away with this.

I promise.” He stroked her hair gently, hoping his words would lift the fear in her mind.

Ava clung to Dylan, her cheek resting against his chest.

In his arms, the terror that had gripped her began to dissolve, replaced by a sense of warmth and safety.

Gratitude swelled within her.

“Thank you,” she whispered, “for saving me again.” “You’re safe now-that’s all that matters,” Dylan replied softly, his hand gliding over her hair with a comforting touch.

But even as he spoke, a cold fire of determination burned in his eyes.

He would uncover who those men were and why they had attacked Ava.

No one responsible would escape his wrath.

A sudden buzz from Ava’s phone shattered the silence.

She glanced at the screen through tear-filled eyes and saw Nicholas’s name blinking.

She then remembered she had a meeting with the director, Scott.

They were about to have dinner, but Ava had gone to the restroom where she had encountered those goons.

The memory sent a chill down her spine.

Her fingers hovered over the phone, hesitating.

She wasn’t ready to speak to anyone-not now.

Dylan snatched the phone from her hand, his expression dark and brimming with anger.

“You?” he growled into the phone.

“Why are you calling her now?

You were the one who brought her to that hotel.

It was your job to ensure her safety.

But instead, she was attacked, and you were completely oblivious.” Ava looked up at him, her lips parting in surprise.

“Dylan,” she murmured, unsure whether to intervene.

Her emotions swirled in conflict.

She didn’t want him to lash out, but she didn’t stop him.

His fury revealed the depth of his concern.

Ava watched him, lost in the intensity of his protective rage.

For the first time in a long while, she felt truly cherished, truly cared for.

It was overwhelming.

“What?

Danger?

What’s going on?

How is she?” Nicholas’s panicked voice echoed through the phone.

“Stop pretending you care about her,” he snapped, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the device.

“If you can’t keep her safe, don’t take her out.” “I do care about her,” Nicholas countered.

“Is that so?” Dylan growled.

“Where were you when those men attacked her?

Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if I hadn’t arrived in time?

They could’ve ruined her-broken her beyond repair.” There was a beat of silence before Nicholas stammered with regret, “I-I didn’t know…

I didn’t realize she was in danger.

Can you-can you give her the phone?

I need to talk to her.” “No need,” Dylan spat, silencing him.

“I’m with her now.

I’ll protect her.

I’ll take care of her.

She doesn’t need you or anyone else.” Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call with a sharp tap and tossed the phone onto the seat beside him.

He looked down at Ava, his stormy eyes meeting her startled gaze.

The fury in his expression hadn’t faded; if anything, it burned brighter.

His voice, though quieter now, carried an unyielding authority as he said, “From now on, you’re not going anywhere without me.” Ava, who would normally meet Dylan’s authority with fierce defiance, remained silent.

Her usual fire was nowhere to be seen.

She was too grateful to him to counter him.

She nodded slowly and rested her head against his chest.

Dylan’s brows furrowed in surprise.

He had anticipated her sharp retort, her stubborn insistence on independence.

But there was no protest, no sarcastic quip.

She had accepted his words without resistance.

“Won’t you say anything?” he asked skeptically.

“I want to sleep,” she murmured, her breath slow and heavy with fatigue.

The tension in Dylan’s posture melted as a wave of tenderness washed over him.

“Then sleep,” he whispered.

He brought a hand up, his fingers threading through her hair with gentle care.

Her breathing steadied against him, and he watched her, his heart aching at how fragile she seemed at this moment.

She had always been strong, independent, and unyielding.

Seeing her like this only deepened his resolve to protect her at all costs.

By the time they reached Ava’s place, she was sound asleep.

Dylan carefully lifted her into his arms.

She stirred slightly, murmuring incoherently, but didn’t wake.

His movements were deliberate and tender as he carried her inside.

He laid her gently on the bed, pulling the blanket over her.

For a moment, he stood there, his gaze softening as he watched her breathe evenly.

But his expression soon hardened.

He went out of the bedroom stealthily and called Justin.

“Did you find those guys?” he asked fiercely, his voice clipped, betraying his suppressed anger.

“There was none when I arrived at the hotel,” Justin replied dejectedly.

“They have vanished.”  “Vanished?” Dylan exclaimed.

“How the hell could they vanish?

I left them unconscious.

Search the entire hotel!

They might still be hiding.

Check the surveillance-do whatever it takes.

I want them found.” “We’re already on it,” Justin assured him.

“The surveillance footage is being reviewed.

We’ll identify them soon.” “Do it fast,” Dylan ordered.

“I want them before they leave the city.” “They won’t get far,” Justin replied with quiet determination.

“Even if they’ve escaped, we’ll track them down.

I’ll update you the moment I have something.” Beep Dylan lowered the phone, his eyes burning with the fire of vengeance.

“Those bastards,” he hissed.

“This time, I won’t just stop at beating them-I’ll kill them.” Ping€¦ The soft chime of his phone drew Dylan’s attention.

He looked down and saw a message from Henry.

His heartbeat quickened as he opened it, his eyes scanning the screen.

‘The test result shows no traces of poison.

I’ve attached the test result.

Check it.’