My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: I€™m moving back into his house.

Chapter 239: I€™m moving back into his house.

Ava exited the hospital, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions.

She swallowed hard, her father’s words echoing in her ears.

She stood outside the hospital, numb, not knowing where she should go.

In the meantime, she noticed Ethan approaching.

“Ethan, you are finally here.” Her gaze dropped to the suitcase in his hand.

She was surprised as to why he had brought such a suitcase to the hospital.

“This luggage?

Are you going somewhere?” Ethan shook his head.

“It’s not for me.

Mr.

Williams told me to pack his bag and bring it here.

It’s his luggage.” “I see.” She nodded, but she wondered why her father had asked Ethan to do this.

He could have asked it to his assistant instead.

She, however, didn’t voice it.

“The discharge procedure is completed,” she informed.

“They will be leaving soon.” “I’ll go give him the luggage,” Ethan said with a smile.

“Stay here.

I’ll take you home.” “Don’t bother,” Ava interjected.

She wasn’t going back to her father’s place.

“I’ll go on my own.” “It won’t take long,” he insisted.

“Wait here.” “Ethan,” she stopped him.

“Actually€¦” Before she could finish her sentence, a familiar Rolls Royse came to a smooth stop beside them, and the driver’s door opened effortlessly.

Dylan stepped out, his tailored suit crisp, his presence commanding as always.

The sharp lines of his jaw and the calm confidence in his stride drew attention instantly.

Ava’s heart skipped a beat, though she quickly masked her reaction.

Ethan turned toward the car, his brow lifting slightly in surprise.

“Why is he here?” he asked fiercely.

Dylan didn’t even spare Ethan a glance.

His eyes were solely on Ava as he approached her with quiet confidence.

“Are you ready?” Ava blinked in surprise, taken aback by his sudden appearance.

Hadn’t he left for work?

Why was he back?

“Let’s go home.” Dylan stretched his hand toward her.

Ethan stepped between them, batting Dylan’s hand away.

“Why should she go with you?

I’m here to take her home.

She is not going anywhere with you.” Dylan’s jaw tightened, his patience wearing thin.

Today was supposed to mark a new beginning, one that Thomas himself had approved.

The last thing he wanted was a confrontation.

Without breaking his composure, Dylan repeated his question, directing it solely at Ava.

“Are you coming with me?” Ethan sneered with disdain.

“How can you be so shameless?

You are divorced!

Why can’t you leave her alone?” At that, Dylan’s gaze finally shifted to Ethan, his eyes cold and dangerous.

Ava sensed the danger in the air and quickly stepped between them.

“Ethan, stop,” she said firmly.

“Go inside and see Papa.

He is waiting for you.” “I’ll go, but not before I deal with him,” Ethan retorted.

“Ethan don’t make things worse,” Ava snapped.

“I don’t want a scene here.” Ethan scowled at her in disbelief.

“So now I’m the problem?

You think I’m the one picking a fight?” Ava sighed, exasperation evident in her features.

“I’m not saying that.

I just don’t want any trouble.

Dylan is here to take me.

I’ve decided-I’m going with him.” Ethan’s face fell, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

Whenever Ava had chosen Dylan over him, he felt a piece of his heart ripped apart.

He had always convinced himself that she was only doing it to protect him from Dylan’s wrath.

But now, something in her expression told a different story-one that unsettled him to his core.

Ava didn’t seem to be unwilling to go with Dylan.

“I’m moving back into his house,” Ava revealed.

Ethan’s world seemed to tilt, his stomach churning.

“You€¦ you’re going back to him?

You mean to say you’re getting back together?

How could you?” “Is that a problem?” Dylan quipped, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

“Ava, how can you forgive him?” Ethan snapped.

“Have you forgotten all the pain he caused you?

How can you trust him again?” Dylan’s expression darkened instantly.

“That’s enough,” he growled.

“One more word and you’ll regret it.” “Dylan,” Ava murmured, placing a hand gently on his chest.

Her touch seemed to anchor him, cooling the fire in his gaze.

“Please, wait for me in the car.” “No.

You are coming with me.” “I will,” she reassured.

“I just need a moment to speak with Ethan.

Please.” Dylan hesitated but relented.

“Fine.

But don’t take long.” With one last warning glance at Ethan, he turned and strode toward his car, climbing in.

Even from inside, Dylan’s eyes never left them, watching their every move as Ava turned back to face Ethan.

“How can you even think of going back to him?” Ethan spat, tugging at her arm.

“Don’t you see?

He is pretending.

This is just another trap, Ava.

The moment he knows you won’t leave him, he’ll hurt you again-just like before.” Ava used to trust Ethan’s judgment and believe that Dylan’s actions were nothing more than a cruel game.

But now, her perspective had shifted.

The Dylan she had seen recently-his protectiveness, his quiet sincerity, the unmistakable tenderness in his gaze-was not the same man who had hurt her before.

She now realized Dylan’s care for him was nothing but genuine.

“I know what I’m doing.” She placed a comforting hand on Ethan’s shoulder.

“Thank you for caring about me.

It means a lot.

But don’t worry-I’ll be fine.” She smiled faintly.

“Papa and Aunt are probably waiting for you.

You should go.” With a small wave, Ava turned and walked to the waiting car.

Sliding into the passenger seat, she glanced at Dylan and said calmly, “Let’s go.” Dylan started the engine and drove away, leaving Ethan standing there, numb.

Ethan’s fists trembled at his sides, his chest tightening as he watched the vehicle disappear down the street.

A storm of emotions swirled within him-anger, worry, and the bitter sting of helplessness.

How had things taken such a drastic turn between them?

Not long ago, Ava couldn’t stand the sight of Dylan, let alone entertain the idea of reconciling with him.

What could have triggered such a sudden change of heart?

‘Did Dylan threaten her?’ The thought flared in Ethan’s mind, igniting a fire in his chest.

“No, I can’t lose Ava this time.” His fists curled even tighter, his knuckles white.

“I need to talk to Mr.

Williams.

He has to understand.” With renewed determination, Ethan grabbed the suitcase and stormed toward the ward.

When he entered, he found Thomas adjusting his coat, preparing to leave.

“You’re finally here,” Thomas said, glancing up.

He accepted the suitcase from Ethan with a nod.

“Thank you.

I’ve been waiting.

I trust you’ll handle things while I’m away.

Ava will be joining the company soon.

Make sure to support her in every way.” “Of course, I’ll help her,” Ethan said through gritted teeth.

“But-why is she with Dylan?

Do you know she is thinking about reconciling with him?” His voice shook with suppressed rage.

Thomas remained unfazed, his expression calm as if Ethan’s words held no weight.

“I’m aware,” he replied evenly.

“You knew!” Ethan’s eyes went wide in shock.

But his shock quickly morphed into anger.

“How could you let this happen?

How could you let her go back to him?”