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.