My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Coming back to the villa Chapter 241: Coming back to the villa As Ava stepped into the villa, Martha greeted her with an enthusiastic smile.

“Madam, you are finally back!

Without you, this place felt so empty, almost lifeless.

It’s not just a house-it’s a home when you are here.

Now that you are back, everything will feel alive again.” Ava couldn’t help but smile, her heart softening at Martha’s heartfelt words.

“I’ve already brought your belongings,” Martha continued eagerly, “and put everything back in your closet.

I even swapped out the bedsheets and curtains for your favorites.

I also changed the flowers in the vase with tulips.

I hope everything meets your liking.” Ava blinked in surprise, genuinely touched by Martha’s thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, Martha.” But Martha quickly shook her head, waving her hands as though to dismiss the praise.

“Oh, no, don’t thank me!

It was all Sir’s instructions.

He even picked the flowers himself.

If anyone deserves thanks, it’s him.” Ava’s gaze instinctively shifted to Dylan, who stood quietly by her side, his dark green eyes locked onto hers.

Her heart skipped a beat as an inexplicable warmth spread through her.

“If tulips make you smile, I’ll fill every corner of this house with them,” Dylan murmured as he leaned closer.

Ava’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she felt a rush of heat flood her entire body.

She quickly glanced toward Martha and caught her gawking at them.

“Behave,” Ava muttered, placing a firm hand on Dylan’s shoulder and giving him a gentle push to create some distance.

“I-I’ll get started on dinner!” Martha stammered, flustered, before hurriedly retreating into the kitchen.

Ava’s cheeks burned with heat as she spun on her heel and hurried toward the bedroom.

“Ava€¦” “Don’t follow me, Dylan.

Just leave me alone,” she shot back without turning.

“What?

Are you kicking me out of my own house?” A touch of incredulity crept into his voice.

Ava halted mid-step and turned around.

“This villa is mine now, remember?

I can kick out anyone I don’t want here.

And right now, that includes you.” Dylan’s brows knitted together in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Seeing the tension in his face, Ava’s playful defiance deepened.

“You know exactly what I mean, Mr.

Brooks.

You thought you could just charm your way back into my life?

Win me over without effort?

Dream on.

If you want a second chance, you’re going to have to earn it.

It’s not going to be easy.” “Hey€¦” Before Dylan could respond, Ava slipped into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind her.

“What?” Dylan stood there, stunned, his hands resting on his hips, elbows jutting out as he stared at the closed door in disbelief.

“She can’t be serious.” He strode to the bedroom and knocked insistently.

“Ava, open the door.

We need to talk.” “I am tired already.” From the other side, her voice came.

“Can you not bother me right now?” “This isn’t fair,” Dylan protested.

“Your father wants us to be together.

He gave me this chance!” “Wrong,” Ava corrected without missing a beat.

“He gave you a chance to pursue me.

A chance to prove that you’re worthy of me.” “Yes, exactly,” Dylan admitted.

“But how am I supposed to prove myself if you kick me out of the house?” Ava pressed her lips together, holding back a laugh, but her voice remained firm when she spoke.

“You don’t need to stay here to pursue me.

Go back to your apartment.” Dylan scowled.

‘Heartless,’ he muttered in his mind.

But he wasn’t about to give up so easily.

“Fine, but I need to pack my things.

Open the door.” “Didn’t you already move your things to your apartment?” Ava retorted coolly.

“If anything is left behind, I’ll have it sent over.

Don’t worry.

Now leave and let me rest.” “Hey, Ava€¦” Bang-Bang-Bang€¦ He pounded on the door with his fist.

“You can’t be this cruel!” “Leave, Dylan.

“Don’t cause a scene, or I’ll have the guards throw you out.” “You-!” Dylan clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over.

“Good night.”  Dylan glared at the door, his teeth grinding together.

“You’ll regret this.

I’ll make you bring me back-mark my words.” He stormed out, slamming the front door behind him.

Inside the room, Ava smirked, enjoying her small victory.

She had no idea what Dylan would try next, but she relished the thought of keeping him on his toes.

“This is going to be entertaining,” she mumbled.

“Now, I want to know what he will do to get back here.” She went into the washroom to freshen up.

The intensity of the rain increased as the night grew, thunder roaring.

The temperature had plummeted, and the air felt crisp and cold.

Ava curled up in her chair by the window, hands wrapped around a warm mug of hot chocolate.

The rich aroma of cocoa filled the room, but her thoughts were far from the present.

Her gaze remained on the relentless downpour, her mind drifting to Dylan.

‘Did he make it back to his apartment safely?’ she wondered.

Setting her mug down, she reached for her phone on the side table.

Her finger hovered over his name on the screen.

Her heart warred with her pride.

‘Should I call him?

Just to check€¦’ Knock-knock€¦ The sound jolted her from her thoughts.

She turned her head toward the door to see Martha standing there.

“Dinner is ready, Madam.

Shall I serve it now?” Martha asked softly.

Ava hesitated, the pang of regret growing stronger.

She didn’t know whether Dylan had reached home safely or even if he had eaten.

She realized, for the first time that evening, that perhaps she had taken things too far.

She shouldn’t have stretched the humor to this level.

But she didn’t want to keep Martha waiting, knowing she’d likely had a long day and would want to return home soon.

Ava nodded, forcing a small smile.

“Yes, serve the food.

I’ll be there in a moment.” Martha nodded and left.

Ava set her phone back on the table and sighed, glancing one last time at the storm outside.

‘What are you doing now, Dylan?’ she wondered silently before standing up to join Martha in the dining room.

Dylan, on the other hand, hadn’t left anywhere.

Initially, he had expected Ava to relent, to call him back, or at least send a message.

But his phone remained silent.

The hours dragged on and the rain intensified.

It didn’t seem to stop raining the whole night.

As he waited inside his car, his patience wore thin.

His stomach growled.

Because of the hurry in meeting with Thomas, he hadn’t eaten his lunch.

All he had was the concoction Ava had prepared in the morning.

He leaned back against the seat, his gaze fixed on the faint glow of the villa through the rain-streaked glass.

“Heartless, Ava,” he muttered.

“You really threw me out.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You know exactly how to make me suffer.

But I won’t leave.

Not tonight.” It was late at night.

Ava was fast asleep, but the stillness of the night was broken by the sharp trill of her phone.

Startled, she groggily reached for it, squinting at the screen.

Dylan’s name flashed brightly, cutting through her haze of sleep.

She instantly answered the call.

“What?” she rasped.

“Why are you calling me at this hour?” “It’s cold here.” Dylan’s shaky, rough voice startled Ava, chasing the remnants of her sleep.

“Dylan?” Her heart skipped a beat, the remnants of her irritation melting away.

“I’m still outside.

Open the door.”