My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 338

Chapter 338: The tension at dinner Chapter 338: The tension at dinner “It’s time to have dinner,” Dylan announced.

“Martha, serve the food.” He carefully guided Ava to the dining table and pulled out a chair for her.

Ava’s eyes twinkled with warmth as she flashed a bright, appreciative smile before settling down.

Dylan sat down next to her.

When he saw Myra was just about to sit beside Ava, he stopped her.

“Myra, dear, you should serve your new boss,” he said in a commanding tone.

Myra paused mid-action, blinking in surprise.

“Don’t give him a chance to complain,” Dylan added.

“In the future, you may get more projects.” Her lips stretched into a wide grin.

With a bounce in her step, she strolled over to Nicholas’s side and picked up the serving spoon.

She filled his plates with a generous portion of pasta.

“These meat balls €“ I prepared them,” she said sweetly.

She put some meatballs on his plate.

“Please have some and let me know if you like them.” Nicholas arched a brow, glancing between her and the food.

His gaze then shifted toward Dylan, who was watching the scene unfold with a knowing look.

He knew what Dylan was doing.

‘Pushing Myra toward me on purpose.

What are you up to?’ “Myra is also great at cooking,” Dylan said casually.

“Taste it.

You’ll love it.” Nicholas sighed internally, but with all eyes on him, he reached for his fork and speared a meatball.

Bringing it to his mouth, he took a bite.

The flavor was perfect.

Soft, savory, just the right balance of seasoning.

“It’s good,” he murmured, giving Myra a gentle nod of approval.

Her face lit up.

“Don’t just stand there,” Dylan chimed in again, waving a hand at Myra.

“Sit down and eat.

And make sure you serve the guest well.” Nicholas sighed again.

‘Dylan isn’t going to stop anytime soon.’ Across the table, Ava stifled a giggle, catching onto her husband’s little scheme.

Meanwhile, Myra happily took her seat beside Nicholas, her heart pounding against her ribs.

She wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or nervousness-maybe both.

Sitting this close to him, hearing his deep voice, watching the subtle shifts in his expression-it all made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t expected.

Nicholas, on the other hand, was less focused on Myra and more on Dylan.

He shot him a sharp look and asked, “How is your leg?

I saw you walking.” “Good enough to carry my weight,” Dylan replied casually.

“That’s good.

You have recovered.” “Hmm, I had to,” Dylan replied smoothly, his expression softening as he turned to Ava.

“My wife played a vital role in my recovery.

It wouldn’t have been possible without her love and support.” Ava blushed, nudging him playfully.

Nicholas watched their exchange in silence, a wave of nostalgia washing over him.

The quiet understanding in their gazes, the effortless warmth between them €“ this was the kind of love he had once wished for.

Despite all the success he had built, despite the wealth and power he had accumulated, there was still something missing.

He longed for someone who would wait for him, hold onto him, and love him without conditions.

He wanted someone in his life who would fill the empty spaces in his heart with laughter and joy.

“Have some more.” A gentle voice jolted him out of his reverie.

Nicholas turned his head and found Myra smiling at him, adding more meatballs to his plate.

His heart fluttered.

For a moment, he just stared at her, caught off guard by the warmth in her eyes.

And for the first time in a long time, Nicholas wondered if he could start his life with someone like Myra.

The dinner ended on a peaceful note despite it had been laced with the subtle cold war between Dylan and Nicholas, filled with sharp words hidden beneath casual conversation and warning glances exchanged like silent challenges.

As the night settled in, Ava found herself back in the bedroom, exhaustion weighing on her limbs.

She took her medicine and sank onto the bed, ready to sleep.

A few moments later, she felt a familiar warmth envelop her.

Dylan had entered the room quietly, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his hands resting gently on her baby bump.

She smiled, her hands instinctively covering his, her fingers tracing the warmth of his skin.

“Thank you for staying here tonight,” he murmured.

Ava pouted, feigning displeased.

“It’s you who sent me away.

Are you regretting it now?” Dylan let out a small, defeated sigh.

He had sent her to her father’s place to ensure her safety.

Besides, ever since the port project started, work had piled up.

Late nights at the office had become a routine, and the last thing he wanted was for Ava to stay up waiting for him, feeling neglected.

Sending her to her father’s place had seemed like the best decision at the time.

She would be surrounded by family.

She wouldn’t have to worry about his absence.

And to ensure she was well taken care of, he had even brought Myra to the town.

But now€¦he regretted it.

He missed her-every single night.

“Truly €“ I regret it now.” Dylan turned her around gently, tilting her chin so she could meet his gaze.

“The bed is cold and empty without you.

My heart aches.

I stare at your photo to fall asleep.” Ava’s expression clouded with helplessness and longing.

“I miss you too,” she murmured.

“So why are you keeping me away?

Isn’t it torture?” Dylan wanted to tell her the truth €“ that he was preparing for something dangerous and that keeping her away wasn’t just about work-it was about protecting her from looming danger.

But he couldn’t.

He wouldn’t let her worry, wouldn’t let her stress over something she had no control over.

So he lied.

“It’s for your betterment,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I don’t want you to feel neglected or unloved.

At your papa’s place, you’ll have someone to keep you company.

Here, you’ll be alone.” “How about I ask Papa to shift here?” Ava’s eyes gleamed with hope.

Dylan stiffened.

He couldn’t do that right now.

He planned to lure Erica and force her out of her hideouts.

He needed Ava away from him, somewhere safe until everything was over.

“Stay there until you give birth to the baby,” he murmured.

Then, his lips curled mischievously.

“If you stay with me, I won’t be able to control myself.

You know how alluring you are.

It’s hard to resist.” Ava raised an eyebrow.

“Then why are you stopping me tonight?

Aren’t you afraid of losing control?” “Don’t provoke me,” he warned her.

But Ava didn’t back down.

She leaned in closer, mischief dancing in her eyes.

Her delicate fingers trailed slowly down his jawline, her touch featherlight, teasing.

“Do you still want to hold back?” “You know how hard it is.” With a low growl, he seized the back of her head and crashed his lips against hers.