Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305 Math Formula

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“Draven.” When Ayla called his name, she looked straight into his eyes. There was none of her usual calm restraint. Her gaze was direct, almost bold, like she was admiring something beautiful–and wanting it. It felt sharp and invasive.

Because she was drunk and less guarded, it was as if Draven could see straight into her thoughts.

His heart skipped.

She said, “You told me to call you by your name. I did it. So I’m great.”

One look from her made Draven’s thoughts fall into chaos.

“Why are you dressed so… restrained today?” If Ayla were sober, she would have said “serious” instead.

Draven paused. The elevator had already arrived. “Let’s go home first.”

He held Ayla by the arm and led her inside. Just as he opened the door, Ayla suddenly said, “I like how you look like this.”

Draven’s breath caught for a moment. He turned his head, his eyes deep and dark.

Ayla looked back at him. After a few seconds, she said, “Open the door.”

Draven said nothing.

“Did you forget my door code?”

Draven sighed, opened the door, and brought her inside.

Ayla leaned against the couch and closed her eyes to rest. When she heard again.

t, she opened them.

Draven had already poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. Ayla took it and quickly drank it all. then gave the cup back. “More?” Draven asked.

Ayla nodded. “Yes,”

Draven added a little honey to the second glass before handing it to her.

Ayla drank and frowned slightly. “Why is it sweet?

“Do you like it?”

“I kind of do right now.” She glanced at him.

After drinking half, Ayla tried to set the cup down, but her arm didn’t reach far enough, so she leaned

forward.

Draven stopped her and reached out to take it instead. His fingertips brushed against her soft hand. His throat tightened. Without showing anything, he set the cup down and asked, “Why do you like it?”

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Ayla’s mind was foggy, yet her thoughts remained clear. She knew he was and

him.

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Without thinking, she answered honestly, “Because you remind me of a math formula. Strict. Perfect. Beautiful. Ordered. And unshakable truth.”

To Ayla, a perfect math formula was sacred, like scripture. Untouchable.

Yet sometimes, she also wanted to see it break apart, collapse, and then be rebuilt into something orderly again.

Draven’s strict restraint gave her that feeling. Comparing him to a math formula was the highest praise she could give.

She wasn’t sure he understood, so she added, “I mean, I really like it.”

“I understand, Draven said.

Her words carried dangerous weight. Draven was not sure if this was how she truly felt or if it was just drunk

talk

Then Ayla thought of something else. Then why are you dressed like this?”

“I just came back from a funeral, Draven said.

“Whose funeral?” Ayla asked, curious.

“An elderly woman who took care of me when I was young. She passed away.” It was from the time when Draven lived with Martin. The woman’s family hadn’t expected him to attend, yet he went anyway.

Ayla froze for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his hand.

Draven had been looking down. He paused when his hand was held, then lou

ather.

“Are you sad?” Ayla asked.

Draven was a very cold person. He was best at ignoring his own feelings, turning himself numb.

Strong joy or sorrow rarely showed on him. Over time, that numbness became his nature.

Because of that, he didn’t need others to care about his emotions. Habit had taught him that feelings were unimportant.

He knew Ayla was showing concern, but he didn’t need it.

“I’m not,” Draven said. He didn’t even notice how cold his tone was.

He truly avoided touching anything deep within his heart.

Ayla watched him closely. Even though she was drunk, she could clearly sense his mood. She knew he wasn’t happy. So she quickly let go of his hand. That’s good. Otherwise, I’d have to comfort you. That’s tiring.

Draven fell silent.

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Looking at his now–empty hand, he suddenly felt even more unluppy.

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It had been a long time since Ayla had been this drunk. It didn’t feel great, since she couldn’t control herself. The good part was that she felt hazy and free, with less pressure and fewer restraints.

Draven’s outfit fit her taste tonight. In her foggy state, he looked like a top–tier male model, which made her thoughts a little too bold.

But her mind went in and out of focus. Once she remembered he was Draven, she felt those thoughts were inappropriate.

She didn’t dare treat Draven the way she treated Casey.

Ayla leaned back on the couch, tilted her head up, and closed her eyes. She decided to stop thinking and just rest for a while.

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