My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Compassionate act?

Chapter 242: Compassionate act?

Ava felt a chill on her spine.

“You are still outside the house,” she exclaimed, already jumping out of bed.

“It’s cold.” “Stay there.

I’m coming.” Ending the call, she tossed the phone aside and rushed down the hallway, her bare feet padding against the cool floor.

Her fingers fumbled briefly with the lock before yanking the door open.

What she saw stopped her cold.

Dylan stood there, drenched from head to toe, his hair plastered against his forehead.

His clothes clung to his body, rivulets of rainwater trailing down his skin and forming a small puddle at his feet.

His breath came out in faint puffs in the chilly air, his whole frame trembling.

“You!” Ava gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

“How did you-why are you soaked like this?” Dylan’s teeth chattered as he tried to speak.

“Can we€¦ skip the interrogation?” “Come in.” Ava grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.

“You are freezing.

Go dry yourself.

You’ll catch a fever.” She headed into the kitchen while Dylan went into the bedroom.

Ava filled a pot with water and set it to boil, pulling out ingredients for a quick, warming soup.

Discarding his wet clothes into the laundry bag, he took a towel and dried himself, rubbing his hair.

He slipped into his pajamas and got into the bed, pulling the blanket over him.

Yet the shivering didn’t subside.

It was as if the chillness had seeped into his bone.

He huddled tightly, his knees drawn up.

Ava entered the room quietly, carrying a steaming bowl of chicken soup, its aroma wafting gently through the room.

Her eyes immediately fell on Dylan’s form, bundled up on the bed, his face barely visible beneath the blanket.

A pang of guilt stabbed at her chest.

She placed the bowl on the nightstand and hesitated for a moment.

“Dylan,” she called softly.

There was no response, only the faint sound of his labored breathing.

“I brought some chicken soup for you,” she said softly.

“It’ll help.

Drink it while it’s still hot.” Dylan didn’t move, nor did he reply to her.

Ava frowned, worry etching lines on her face.

She sat on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled the blanket down just enough to reveal his face.

His eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy with discomfort.

“It’s cold,” he mumbled, tugging at the blanket.

“I know,” she said softly, brushing a strand of damp hair from his forehead.

“But you need to drink the soup first.

It’ll warm you up and keep you from getting sick.” She reached for the bowl and brought it closer.

“Come on, just a few sips,” she urged.

Dylan’s stomach growled again as the tantalizing aroma of the soup teased his senses.

Though his body ached from the relentless chill, he forced himself upright, leaning heavily against the headboard.

Ava gently scooped a spoonful of the steaming soup and brought the spoon to his lips, her expression a mixture of guilt and care.

Dylan stared at her, his dark green eyes dazed and filled with unspoken emotions.

It was ironic, he thought, that the same woman who had cast him out into the storm now sat beside him, tending to his every need.

He parted his lips, letting the warm liquid soothe the cold that gripped his insides.

She scooped another spoonful and offered it to him.

He accepted it silently, the warmth slowly spreading through his body.

“I thought you went back to your apartment,” Ava broke the silence.

“How did you end up like this?” “I didn’t go back.” He avoided her gaze, his eyes fixed on the bowl in her hands.

“I stayed in the car, hoping you’d change your mind and call me back.

But you didn’t even text.” “I€¦” Her chest tightened at his words.

She couldn’t form a sentence.

“If you didn’t go back, why didn’t you come inside?” “You kicked me out, remember?” He scowled, displeased.

Ava lowered her gaze, her fingers gripping the bowl tightly.

Regret coursed through her, weighing down her heart.

She hadn’t meant for him to suffer like this.

“Finish the soup first.

We’ll talk later.” She stretched the bowl toward him.

But Dylan didn’t move.

Instead, he tilted his head and fixed her with a pointed look.

“Feed me,” he demanded.

Ava glanced up at him and then sighed softly.

After everything he had been through because of her, she owed him this much.

Without a word, she brought the spoon to his lips again, and he drank it.

When Dylan finally finished the soup, Ava set the bowl on the nightstand.

“Why did you wait until midnight to call me?” she asked slowly.

“I thought I would spend the night in the car,” he explained.

“It was freezing, and I kept the heater on.

Eventually, the battery died.” “You fool,” she chided him.

“Why didn’t you come inside sooner if it was that cold?

I thought you were safe at your apartment.

If I hadn’t called, you could’ve reached out to me.” Dylan could hear the underlying concern in her voice.

Her irritation was merely a mask for her worry, and that realization filled him with quiet satisfaction.

His earlier frustrations melted away.

No matter how much they fought, no matter what conflicts they had, at the end of the day, they cared about each other deeply.

He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward him, catching her off guard.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled slightly, her hands landing on his chest for balance.

“Dylan€¦” she began, but he silenced her with his intense gaze.

“Say it that you still care about me, that you love me,” he whispered.

Ava tried to move back, but his arms encircled her, holding her firmly against him.

Their faces were close now, their breaths mingling.

“Say it,” he demanded.

Ava’s lips parted, but the words caught in her throat.

She couldn’t deny the pull toward him.

The way her heart raced, the flutters in her tummy €“ all screamed that she hadn’t lost her love for him completely.

But it was too early to confess it.

In the past, she had pursued him, hoping he would fall in love with her.

But now, she wanted him to pursue her and confess that he loved her.

“You think very highly of yourself,” she mumbled with a challenge in her eyes.

“I don’t know why you still have this thought that I still love you.

Because I fed you?” She curled her lips into a teasing smile.

“I did that because I felt bad for letting you stay in the cold for so long.

This is just a compassionate act.

Don’t take it otherwise.” “Compassionate?

Is that all you can say?” Her words irritated him a bit.

In a flash, he pushed her on the bed and hovered over her, his hands on either side of her head.

Ava gawked at him with her wide eyes, holding her breath.

“You name your love for me compassion?” he spat.

“You are such a pathetic liar.

I can see the worry in your eyes.

I can feel your heartbeat rising whenever I am near you.

And your body€¦” He ran his hand down on her side, and Ava shuddered at his touch.

“Your body responds to my touch,” he added, his tone turning hoarse.

“You clearly want me.

Why holding back, Ava?

Why don’t you accept that you want me as much as I do?”