My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 244

Chapter 244: Dylan has a fever.

Chapter 244: Dylan has a fever.

Ava’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly when she saw Justin arrive with the doctor.

She quickly stepped aside, giving them space to approach Dylan.

The doctor set his bag down and began examining Dylan.

Ava stood nearby, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.

She turned to Justin and murmured, “Thank you for bringing the doctor so soon.” “Don’t bother.

Consider it as a part of my duty.

But how did he get wet in the rain?” Justin asked skeptically.

Ava felt her stomach knotting.

It was because of her stubbornness Dylan was like this, but her pride wouldn’t let her confess outright.

She hesitated, her lips parting to form an explanation, but the doctor’s voice cut through the silence.

“There is nothing to worry about,” the doctor said in a reassuring tone, setting his stethoscope aside.

“I’ve administered an injection to reduce the fever.

Make sure he stays hydrated and gets plenty of rest.

Sponge baths will help manage the temperature.

And€¦” He handed Ava the prescription.

“He needs to take these medicines regularly for the next five days.” “Thank you, doctor,” Ava flashed a grateful smile.

Justin stepped forward.

“Let me take that.” He gently took the prescription from Ava’s hands.

“I’ll get the medicines.” “Thank you, Justin,” she said.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, his tone lighter.

“Take care of him.” With that, Justin escorted the doctor out of the room.

She turned her gaze back to him, her heart aching.

She placed a damp cloth on his forehead again.

Dylan blinked wearily and looked up at her.

She sat down beside him.

“How are you feeling?” “Hungry,” he mumbled.

“I didn’t eat anything last night.” He pouted as if whining.

Ava hadn’t realized how much he must have struggled.

Her cheeks flushed with regret.

“I’ll cook something for you.” She left the room quickly.

Dylan closed his eyes back.

But the dull ache in his head seemed to grow more intense with each passing minute.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence.

Dylan’s eyelids fluttered open, hoping Ava had returned.

But it was Justin.

“I brought your medicines,” Justin said, setting the medicines he had brought on the nightstand.

“You should rest for a few days.” “Hmm.” Dylan let out a small grunt of acknowledgment, his hand instinctively pressing against his forehead, fighting off the dizzying pain.

“Bring the important files here.” “You can deal with them later.” “There is no time,” Dylan groaned.

“We haven’t even started on the bidding yet.” “Don’t worry about that,” Ava’s soft voice drew both Dylan and Justin’s attention to the doorway.

She stepped in gracefully, a tray balanced in her hands.

“I’ve already started working on the bidding.” Dylan was surprised to hear it.

He thought she was going to resign now that her father had planned to retire.

He hadn’t expected her to keep her promise.

“You€¦have been working on it!” he repeated in a daze.

“I thought you would resign.” Ava put the tray on the table beside the bed.

“I will but not until I’ve fulfilled my promise.

I don’t back out on my word.” She turned to him.

“I promised you I’d secure the port development project.

Once I’ve completed it successfully, I’ll resign.” Dylan was delighted to hear it, a warm feeling of gratitude spreading through him.

He hadn’t expected her to be so dedicated.

Yet there was a lingering doubt that gnawed at him.

“But your father has already prepared all the documents for you to take charge,” Dylan mentioned, trying to voice the concern that had been on his mind.

“He wants you to join the company as soon as possible.” The thought of her leaving so soon unsettled him.

“I know, but I’m still the COO of the Ace Group.

I have some commitments here.

Once I finish the work I’ve started, I will join Williams Holdings.” Turning toward Justin, she gave a quick but firm instruction, “I’ll stay home and take care of Dylan.

Bring the files from my office.” “Sure, Madam.” Justin nodded with a smile before leaving.

When the door closed behind Justin, Ava turned back to Dylan, then her gaze landed on the tray on the table.

“I’ve prepared congee for you,” she picked up the bowl of congee and handed it to him, “and some boiled vegetables.” She nodded to the plate of boiled carrots, beans, and spinach.

“You should finish everything.” Dylan grimaced as he looked at the congee and the boiled vegetables.

“Congee and boiled vegetables,” he muttered.

“I feel like I’m being punished.

I don’t want to eat these.” He put the bowl back on the table.

“You are burning with fever, and this is the best food for you,” she retorted.

Dylan crossed his arms over his chest.

“But I want something sweet,” he insisted, a wistful look in his eyes.

“Remember those brownies you used to make for me?

They were heavenly.” Ava couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his dramatics.

“Brownies are out of the question,” she said firmly.

“Your body needs something light, not rich and sugary.

Besides, you had a stomach issue.

Do you want to make it worse?” She picked up the bowl of congee, scooped a spoonful of it, and brought it to his lips.

“Come on,” she urged gently.

“It’s warm and easy to digest.

If you crave sweets, I’ll stew some apples for you later.

Finish these first.” Dylan’s eyes never left Ava, her every gesture filled with quiet care.

The warmth in his chest spread as he realized how much he had overlooked her devotion in the past.

He ate the bland congee without another word of complaint, savoring not the taste but the comfort of her presence.

When he finished, Ava silently gathered the empty dishes and put them back on the tray.

“Here,” she said, placing a tablet in his hand and offering a glass of water.

“Now take the medicine.” Dylan obediently swallowed the pill, handing back the glass before settling deeper into the bed.

He pulled the blanket up to his chest, his body still heavy with fever.

“Get some rest,” Ava said, rising to her feet and picking up the tray.

“I’ll be in the hall.

Call me if you need anything.” With that, she exited the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Ethan’s car came to a halt on the gravelly roadside, his sharp gaze fixed on the desolate wetland ahead.

As he stepped out, the chilly air hit his body.

He made his way to Lydia, who stood with her back to him.

“What is it?

Why did you want to see me?” he asked flatly, stopping beside her, hands buried in his coat pockets.

“We are partners, Ethan.

Don’t forget that.” She retrieved a cigarette, placing it between her lips before extending a lighter toward him.

With a begrudging sigh, Ethan flicked the lighter.

As the tip of her cigarette burned, he withdrew.

“The plan backfired,” he growled.

“Thomas is alive and recovering.

What’s your next move?

Try to kill him again?”