Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407 Let’s Make It Real 

Had she gotten so used to his kindness that she stopped noticing it? She remembered Shawn’s help so clearly-yet somehow couldn’t feel his. 

He was standing right in front of her. 

Overthinking didn’t calm him down. Draven lowered his voice, holding it in. “Then what about me? Don’t I get a thank-you?” 

He didn’t expect her expression to turn serious the moment he said it. 

“How could I forget you?” 

She answered too fast. Draven froze. 

Ayla smiled softly. “Our agreement doesn’t leave much room to bend the rules-but it’s not zero. It just depends on who the person is.” 

She reached for his left hand, the one that wasn’t hurt as badly. Palm to palm, their warmth met. She looked straight into his eyes. “Draven, let’s make this real.” 

He didn’t react right away. So she pushed forward, all in. “On the helicopter, I told you I’d come find you after things settled. I didn’t mean to explain to Troy who Noah was or what happened with him. I just wanted to tell you this She took a breath. “Let’s stop pretending. I want us to be real, like normal couples.” 

When she said the first line, her heart was racing 

After she said everything, she felt strangely calm 

Once she realized how he felt about her, she didn’t know how to act around him anymore. 

Saying she didn’t like him wasn’t true-but her felings had grown from friendship. She rarely thought of him in a romantic way. She didn’t want to leave him, but she also couldn’t suddenly flip a switch and feel ready for something physical. 

So she never responded. 

But tonight-the accident, him showing up, the hug on the rooftop, the kiss on the helicopter-it all piled together. And the impuls came. 

At the hospital, while applying medicine, she’d calmed down for a moment. But the urge to say it never went away, 

If anything, deep down, she felt nervous excitement and hope. 

Still, Draven didn’t speak. Only his eyes changed Under his thick lashes, his gaze was darker than she had ever seen-heavy, deep, and impossible to hide. 

Everything he felt was written there. 

That alone was already an answer. 

He looked at her, focused and intense. He opened his mouth-but no sound came out for a second or two. His jaw was tight, aching. Then finally, his voice broke free, lower and rougher than ever. 

“I was thinking about when you’d finally be mine I was thinking about when you’d start liking me. I was thinking about what I’d have to do to get you.” 

Ayla had asked out of pure curiosity. But the look in his eyes-and every word he said-sent her heart slamming hard against her chest. Faster and faster. 

It felt like he was the one confessing. 

She felt stunned. And thrilled.. 

From the moment she walked into the suite and started talking to him, she saw a side of him she had never seen before-jealous, shaken, undone. It was so new it felt like meeting him for the first time. 

A man the world called cold and distant, moved so deeply by her every word. That kind of love was impossible to resist-because it was personal. Because it was different. 

Still, what Ayla felt for Draven wasn’t the instant spark she’d once felt with Troy. Her confession tonight had been pushed forward by many outside forces. 

She had already told herself she could talk it over with Halle later. There was a two-year limit anyway. They could try being together first and see where it went. She didn’t know another way. 

But everything that happened tonight-so sudden, so chaotic, so unplanned-hit her all at once. Just like realizing his feelings for her had caught her completely off guard.