Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 406

Chapter 406 Rules Exist 

Ayla worked with extreme care-so focused it was almost intense, like she was studying lab results instead of treating a wound. 

Draven wanted to talk, but it felt wrong to interrupt her. 

So he stayed quiet and looked at her openly. 

When his eyes weren’t resting on her calm, pretty face, they drifted to her neck-long and clean, made more noticeable by the way she kept her head lowered. 

Once she finished treating his hand, Ayla lifted her head and met his gaze. This time, she didn’t panic like she used to. She treated it like any normal moment. “You’ve got a cut on your ear too.” 

He hadn’t even noticed. “Is it bad?” 

She smiled faintly. “If you didn’t feel it, then no. Just a couple red marks.” 

She picked up a cotton swab and leaned in to clean his ear, tilting her head up slightly. 

They were very close now. Her eyes naturally settled on his ear. She’d never really had a chance to look before-normally, this kind of close inspection wouldn’t fit their relationship. Staring too long would feel rude. 

But looking now, she realized something. Good-looking people really were put together everywhere. Even his ear had clean lines. 

There was a scratch behind it too. 

Maybe from a fingernail. Or maybe from when they grabbed whatever they could and threw things at each other in the hotel room. 

To reach behind his ear, Ayla had to lean in even closer. 

Her chin was almost resting on his shoulder. 

She finally broke the silence. “Did you see Noah 

Draven treasured moments like this-when she was close. Without meaning to, his mind jumped back to the helicopter. The way she’d clung to his neck, curled against him, kissing him. His chest heated instantly. Then that name-Noah-hit him like cold water, snapping him awake. 

He looked down at his freshly wrapped hand. His voice stayed low and steady. “I did.” 

“He’s not badly hurt, right?” 

“He’ll survive.” 

She frowned. “What does ‘he’ll survive’ mean?” 

“You care about him that much, huh?” 

By the time the words left his mouth, Draven had already turned to look at her. 

The distance between them widened slightly. 

Ayla turned too. Their eyes met. His face was handsome as always-but there was no warmth in it. He didn’t smile often to begin with, but this was different. 

This wasn’t calm. This was cold. 

She thought for a moment, seriously. “Then maybe I’d find a loophole.” 

Draven frowned deeply, staring at her innocent face reflected in his eyes. 

He suddenly realized something dangerous. She was actually making him angry. Not a little angry-he was close to losing control. 

But he had no right to show it. He was the one who liked her. Unilaterally. Who she liked had nothing to do with him, and she owed him nothing. 

Still-she could think about liking other men. Had she ever thought about him? Was he not good enough? What exactly was wrong with him 

It had been a long time since Ayla had seen him show displeasure toward her. Even now, compared to how cold he could be with others, his expression was almost gentle. 

She changed the subject. “Why did you come to Aqualith?” 

“Business,” he said. In truth, he wanted to see her sooner. 

“So Shawn called you, and that’s how you knew Troy was bothering me?” 

“Yes.” In truth, he’d been watching Troy the whole time. 

Shawn had been out partying and realized too late what was happening. 

Ayla sighed. “Then I really should thank him. If not for him, tonight could’ve gone much worse for me.” 

That was when Draven finally couldn’t hold back anymore. His eyes darkened as he fixed them on her.