Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316 Punching Cotton

Ayla frowned and snapped her laptop shut.

She didn’t like being watched like that. It was rude.

“I can’t even understand it. Why are you acting so secretive?” Melody said.

Two backhanded comments in a row made the hostility obvious. Ayla felt it immediately and chose not to respond.

Seeing her stay silent, Melody let out a small laugh. She toyed with her coffee cup and stared at Ayla’s calm eyes, clearly annoyed. “Why are you so guarded around me? You’re really stingy, you know that? You’re hard. to talk to. People should be more open.”

After that string of groundless accusations, and without waiting for Ayla to say anything. Melody lifted her chin and said. T’m here to pick up Mr. Storm. What are you doing here?”

Ayla paused slightly. She hadn’t contacted Draven, so she didn’t know someone else was already coming to get him.

But since there were only a few minutes left anyway, she didn’t feel the need to leave.

“You’re not here just to work, are you?” Melody mocked her openly. Top student, huh? So diligent. You don’t even take weekends off. You must’ve been first in your class every single time, right?”

Ayla lifted her gaze and looked Melody over.

She had, in fact, always ranked first academically,

But going along with Melody’s bait would only put her at a disadvantage. Besides, she and Draven were pretending to be together precisely so she could borrow his influence to clear away this kind of trouble.

Melody was Herman’s sister and had real status, but personality–wise, she didn’t compare to someone like Bria, an unapologetic heiress who feared no one. Part of that probably had to do with Melody looking slightly older.

So after patiently listening to Melody’s string of passive–aggressive remarks, Ayla finally smiled faintly and said, “So you’re Mr. Howell’s sister. He’s mentioned you before, actually. He said you’re not very good at reading the room, that you tend to offend people with what you say, and that you act before thinking things through. I thought he was joking, but now that I’ve met you, it turns out his assessment was pretty accurate. Guess big brothers really do know their sisters well.

Melody’s expression changed instantly.

She never would have imagined Ayla saying something like that. Her casually slouched posture stiffened on the spot.

“But don’t get me wrong, I think that kind of personality is actually quite cute. A little childish. You’ve probably never had to suffer much growing up, people at home spoiled you and loved you. That’s not a thing. Ayla continued.

Melody’s mind went blank.

Ayla had slapped her and then immediately handed her a piece of candy. If Melody lost her temper now, it would somehow look like she was the one in the wrong.

Whenever Herman got angry, Melody had seen that same look in his eyes.

Now a secretary was daring to look at her like that?

Melody’s expression shifted several times. She tightened her grip on her coffee cup, fury flashing in her eyes. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll complain to Draven and have you fired?”

“Not really,” Ayla replied simply.

“Stop pretending! You’re about to lose your job and you still dare use my brother’s words to insult me?” Her face twisted in disgust. “You’re just a secretary. Without this job, you wouldn’t even have a chance to speak to my brother. Who do you think you are?”

Ayla answered calmly, without heat. “Don’t bother threatening me. Go complain first. Once Mr. Storm actually hears that 1 insulted you, then I’ll worry about keeping my job. Right now, he doesn’t know, so there’s no reason for me to stress myself out ahead of time. So tell me, what’s the point of you saying all this?”

There was no obvious sarcasm in her tone, but Melody still felt like she’d been slapped hard. It was like punching cotton, her anger had nowhere to go, which only made it worse.

How could a secretary have this much confidence? She had thought Ayla would be easy to push around, only to end up getting completely steamrolled herself.

And since Ayla had already said that much, there was no point in continuing to threaten her. It would only earn her more quiet ridicule. The conversation was dead.