My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Are you done provoking me?

Chapter 243: Are you done provoking me?

Ava couldn’t deny her magical pull toward him, but she wasn’t ready to give in to this desire €“ not yet.

“Don’t assume things,” she retorted.

“I don’t feel anything.

I agreed to come back here to make my father happy, to make him worry-free, and concentrate on his recovery.

If you force me like this, I’ll leave.” That was enough to make Dylan retreat, disappointment twisting his guts.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“I forgot my boundaries.

Rest assured; I won’t force you.” He rolled out of the bed.

“Sorry to disturb you in your sleep.

Tomorrow, I’ll move out.” He walked away.

“No need to move out.” Ava’s voice from behind stopped him right at the doorstep.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched his stiff back.

She clenched her fingers tighter around the hem of her nightdress.

“This house is too big and too quiet.

I’m not used to being alone.

You can stay here.” Dylan’s tense brow eased, a smirk dancing on his lips.

‘Ava, you little liar.

Why can’t you just say you want me to stay here?’ When he turned back to her, his smile vanished.

His face pinched with a frown.

“Are you sure?” he asked as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“You want me to stay here!” Ava lifted her chin slightly, meeting his gaze with a forced steadiness.

“Yes.

You can take the guest room.” Dylan was amused to see the haughtiness.

‘Since you want to play, how can I stay back?’ He took a step toward the bed, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Aren’t you afraid I could slip into your room at night and do some naughty things?” Ava instantly regretted stopping him from leaving.

“You€¦you promised you wouldn’t cross a line.” “Did I?” he wondered.

“I don’t remember making such a promise.” “You!” She picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

“Hey!” Dylan jumped away, avoiding the pillow.

“How can you be so shameless?

Get out.” She hurled another pillow at him and then another.

Dylan caught one pillow, while the other hit him on the arm.

Before Ava could throw the remaining pillow at him, he jumped on the bed and pinned her down beneath him yet again.

“Are you done provoking me?” he asked hoarsely.

Ava’s heart pounded against her ribcage, her hands pressing against his chest in a futile attempt to push him away.

“Get off me, Dylan!” Her cheeks flushed with both frustration and a flicker of something she didn’t want to surface.

Dylan’s dark eyes bore into hers, a mixture of playfulness and intensity swirling within them.

“You are trembling.

Afraid, or€¦ something else?” Ava didn’t dare to move, nor did she blink.

She stared at him with her breath hanging in her throat, her whole body tensing.

Dylan tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping to her lips for a fleeting moment before meeting her eyes again.

“You keep drawing the line,” he whispered.

“But the way you are looking at me€¦ it’s as if you want me to cross it.” “You are imagining things,” she retorted, wriggling under him.

“If you keep doing like this, I’ll make you regret it,” he said in a warning tone.

“What €“ what do you mean?” she stuttered.

“What are you going to do?” Dylan leaned even closer to her, his face merely an inch away from hers.

His breathing made her eyelashes tremble when he spoke.

“Do you want me to show you what I want to do?” “Get off me.” She squirmed.

He held her tighter in her place, his body pressing her down.

Ava’s struggles ceased the moment his lips hovered just above hers, their breaths mingling.

Her eyelids fluttered closed, her heart thudding wildly as every nerve in her body seemed to hum with expectation.

Her lips parted slightly as if silently inviting him in.

Time slowed, every second stretching unbearably as she waited for the inevitable touch of his lips.

But the kiss never came.

Instead, his husky voice broke through the haze.

“It’s late.

Sleep now.” And just like that, the warmth of his presence disappeared.

The weight that had pressed her into the mattress was gone.

Ava’s eyes snapped open and found him getting off the bed and leaving the room.

She exhaled sharply, realizing she had been holding her breath the entire time.

‘He left; he just left doing nothing.’ Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, frustration and confusion bubbling within her.

When he got close to her, she pushed him away.

But when he left her alone, she felt disappointed.

“What is happening to me?” She buried her face into the pillow, groaning softly.

~~~~~~~~~~ Ava’s sleep was light and full of uneasiness.

She woke up early and freshened up.

When she came out of the bedroom, she heard a faint sound of Dylan coughing.

Her ears perked up.

She hurried toward the guest room, her worry intensifying with every raspy breath she heard through the closed door.

Knocking lightly, she called out, “Dylan, are you okay?” She waited for his reply, but all that greeted her back was silence.

Her worry intensified.

Frowning, she knocked again, her voice firmer now.

“Dylan, answer me!” Still nothing.

Her pulse quickened as she twisted the doorknob, and to her relief, it clicked open.

She pushed the door slowly, stepping inside.

Her eyes immediately fell on Dylan, who curled beneath the blanket, his shoulders trembling slightly as he coughed again.

“Dylan€¦” She hurried to his side and leaned over, placing a gentle hand on his forehead.

“He has a fever.” His face was pale, and his breathing came in shallow, uneven intervals.

Ava bit her lip, her chest tightening at the sight of him in such a vulnerable state.

“You stubborn fool,” she whispered, brushing the strands of hair from his forehead.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Ava hurried back to her room, grabbed her phone, and called Justin.

“Hello, Justin€¦uh, can you, can you arrange a doctor for Dylan?” she said in a hurry.

“He has a fever.” “A fever?” “Yes, and he is coughing too.

Last night, he€¦ he got soaked in the rain.” Her words tumbled out quickly, guilt seeping into every syllable.

“Alright, I get it.

I’ll bring a doctor.” “Thanks, Justin,” she breathed as she ended the call.

Without wasting a moment, Ava hurried to fetch a bowl of cold water and a soft napkin.

Returning to Dylan’s side, she set the bowl on the nightstand and soaked the napkin, wringing it gently before placing it on his burning forehead.

Dylan stirred under her touch, a faint groan escaping his lips as his body shivered slightly.

His eyes fluttered open briefly, glazed with fever.

“It’s cold€¦” he mumbled weakly.

“You have a fever,” Ava said softly.

“This will help bring it down.

Don’t worry, the doctor will be here soon.” She sat beside him, her gaze fixed on his pale face.

Guilt weighed heavily on her chest as she watched him shift restlessly under the blanket.

Every cough sent a pang of worry through her.