My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Walking together.

Chapter 228: Walking together.

Dylan blinked, the initial surprise melting into something gentler.

He had planned to have dinner with her and that was why he had called her to ask if she could join him.

If he hadn’t called her, he wouldn’t have known she had been in trouble.

“You didn’t have to,” he said softly.

Ava’s cheeks flushed faintly, offering the glass instead.

“I wanted to.” Dylan reached out, his fingers brushing hers as he took the glass.

The brief touch sent a jolt through him.

“Thanks.” For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.

“Don’t worry about me,” Dylan broke the silence.

“I’m not hungry.” He lied.

“What about you?

If you are hungry, I’ll go cook something for you.” Ava pressed her lips together.

After the meeting with Scott, they had planned to dine together.

But that unexpected incident had derailed their plan.

“I’m fine.

I’m not hungry either.” Dylan immediately knew she hadn’t eaten.

“I see.

Then uh€¦shall we go out and have some supper?” he asked hesitantly.

“We can have ice cream afterward.

But if you are tired€¦” “Let’s go out,” she said without hesitation, cutting him short.

It was as if she was excited with the idea.

“I’ll€¦go change my dress.” She hurried back to her room.

Dylan stood in the doorway, watching her retreating figure with a smile.

The tension that had gripped him moments ago seemed to fade into the background.

He lifted the glass, taking a small sip.

This moment with her might change the equation between them.

Maybe this would be the point from which they would start over again and imagine a future together.

“This is it.

I won’t waste this chance.” Finishing the milk, he placed the glass on the nightstand.

He changed his clothes quickly and went out of the room.

He waited for Ava in the hall impatiently, his hands shoved into his pockets.

The soft creak of a door opening caught his attention.

He turned and saw Ava emerge from her room.

She was wearing a long overcoat her hair cascading down her shoulders.

Her beauty struck him.

Dylan couldn’t take his gaze away from her.

He watched her walking down the stairs and crossing the distance between them.

“I am ready,” she said slowly.

“Shall we go?” “Yeah.” Dylan was still dazed.

He couldn’t recollect having similar moments with her in the past.

Perhaps they had gone out once or twice together, but nothing memorable had occurred.

Maybe he was too self-centered to notice her or their time together.

But tonight, he would savor every moment and carve them into his memories.

He held the door open for her, and they stepped out into the cool night air.

Dylan reached into his pocket and pulled out his car key, ready to unlock the door.

But before he could press the button, Ava’s hand gently clasped his.

“Not the car.

Let’s walk,” she suggested.

Dylan blinked, surprised.

“Walk?

Are you sure?” His eyes dropped instinctively to her ankle.

“You’re not worried about your injury?” Ava shook her head lightly.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.

I’m fine, really.” She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes.

“There is a place nearby I want to show you.

Come on.” Without waiting for his response, she turned and began walking down the quiet street.

Dylan chuckled, slipping the key back into his pocket.

“Well, this is new.” He quickened his pace to catch up with her.

They walked side by side on the pavement.

“So,” Dylan said after a moment, glancing at her, “what’s this mysterious place you’re leading me to?” “You’ll see.” A sense of ease washed over him.

There was something liberating about this walking together under the stars, no rush, no pressure, just the quiet rhythm of their steps.

They came to a nearby marketplace, weaving through the sea of people.

Some bartered for fresh produce, while others huddled around steaming pots, savoring quick bites of street food.

“Over here!” Ava exclaimed, tugging Dylan’s hand and pulling him deeper into the labyrinth of stalls.

The crisp night air carried the tantalizing aroma of grilled meats, sizzling skewers, and a medley of spices.

She stopped abruptly in front of a humble food stall, where a vendor worked skillfully over a blazing wok.

“This is what I’ve been craving,” Ava said, her voice brimming with delight.

Flames danced briefly as the vendor tossed noodles with garlic, chili, and a mix of vibrant vegetables.

“I love the noodles here.” Dylan raised a skeptical brow, his eyes scanning the stall.

The wooden counter looked weathered, the plates were mismatched, and the vendor’s apron was splattered with grease from countless meals prepared before.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked hesitantly.

Sensing his hesitation, Ava laughed.

All the tension in her heart melted away, and she forgot the disturbing incident in the evening.

“Come on, Dylan.

You should try something different.

Trust me, the flavor will make you forget everything else.” Dylan was somewhat amazed to see the excitement in her eyes.

He never knew such a simple thing could bring so much joy to her.

He found himself nodding in agreement.

“Alright.

Let’s see if these noodles are as legendary as you claim.” Ava grinned and ordered two bowls, the vendor’s hands moving deftly to prepare their meal.

Soon, they were seated on rickety stools, their plates piled high with bright red noodles and crispy dumplings glistening with oil.

Ava eagerly dug in, her face lighting up with each bite.

“This is incredible,” she said between mouthfuls, her cheeks flushed from sheer joy.

Dylan had never seen her so much joyful.

It was a moment he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life.

With delight and excitement coursing through his heart, he picked up his chopsticks.

The first bite hit him like a wave of heat, his mouth instantly ablaze.

He coughed, reaching for the small plastic cup of water.

Ava chuckled.

“Too spicy for you, huh?” He grinned with embarrassment, his face red but determined.

“I can handle it.” Despite the burn, he kept eating, encouraged by Ava’s laughter and the way her eyes sparkled whenever she caught him struggling.

Ava couldn’t stop teasing him as she noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“You don’t have to force yourself.

Stop eating.” “I will,” Dylan replied with a crooked smile, wiping his brow.

“I can eat fire.” “Really?” His determination amused Ava, and she wanted to test him further.

“Then I’ll order something for you.” Dylan’s heart clenched as he wondered what else she was going to order.

Dazed, he watched her place another order.

“Two plates of the extra-spicy chili stir-fry, please,” she said with a playful smile.

Dylan’s eyebrows shot up.

“Wait, extra spicy?

Are you trying to kill me?” Ava’s laughter bubbled up as she continued eating her noodles.

“You said you could handle it.

Let’s put that to the test.”