Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411 Ticklish 

Ayla did as she was told and kept her mouth shut. Draven slid his right arm under her knees and lifted her up with one hand, straightening easily, while his left hand hung loosely at his side. 

Even carrying someone, he looked effortless and elegant. 

At six-foot-three, Draven was striking the moment he stood up. With his free hand, he casually grabbed a bottle of water from the coffee table and carried her into the bathroom. 

Draven set her down on the bathroom counter. 

Without waiting for him to say anything, Ayla snatched the bottle from his hand, started rinsing her mouth, then leaned over the sink to spit. 

The faucet was turned on. 

Water rushed loudly. 

She was determined to wash every trace of the taste away. 

Ayla was still stuck in mortified embarrassment. More than anything, she wanted Draven to leave right now. 

But he was busy. 

Draven was calling the hotel to have someone come clean the room. While he spoke, his eyes never left her. 

His gaze was always steady, almost heavy. Making eye contact with him usually puts a lot of pressure on people. Most couldn’t last more than a few seconds before panicking. 

And right now, that look… 

It felt like he was afraid she might run. It seemed gentle on the surface, but unmistakably possessive underneath. 

Ayla felt like she was sitting on pins and needles She didn’t need a mirror to know her face was burning red. 

They had just confirmed their relationship, and he’d already thrown up. 

She felt both speechless and oddly amused. 

How did this even happen? 

But because of this accident, whether or not she and Draven would ever broke up, she knew she’d remember tonight vividly for years to come. 

Draven hung up the phone. Watching the woman in front of him stay busy without quite knowing what she was doing made him want to laugh. His tone stayed calm. “Your stomach feeling better now?” 

Only after Ayla was sure there was no taste left in her mouth did she dare speak. She shook her head. “Yeah. Throwing up helped.” 

Draven still wasn’t reassured. He glanced at her stomach for a couple of seconds, then reached out and gently rubbed it. 

His palm was warm. Ayla felt comfortable too. 

Back when they were just friends, would he have dared touch my stomach like that? 

No. Only because we’re together now. 

Her heart started racing again. It felt sweet. 

Before, she could meet his eyes without a problem. Now shyness overpowered her reason, and she found herself unable to look at him directly. 

Draven watched her expression and chuckled softly. “I’ll get some medicine.” 

“Ayla really felt fine, but Draven didn’t listen. He had someone bring stomach medicine over anyway. 

Draven said, “If you still feel sick later, take it.” 

Ayla’s ears twitched. She covered her mouth and shook her head. “I just threw up. definitely still a smell. I promise if you kiss me, we’ll both throw up.” 

There’s 

They looked at each other and burst out laughing. 

Ayla’s smile stretched wide. 

They both laughed out loud. 

Draven laughed far more openly than usual. Ayla had seen plenty of his cold, distant, refined side. That side didn’t feel very human. When he laughed, though, he felt real. And it made him impossibly handsome. 

He didn’t say anything. With the hand that wasn holding her down, he gently brushed her cheek. 

Ayla tensed instinctively, her breathing turning light. 

Draven lowered his head. His lips touched the side of Ayla’s neck. His eyes were closed. His thick, dark lashes trembled slightly. One soft kiss followed another, slowly, inch by inch upward. 

It felt like an ant crawling along her neck. Her whole body was on fire. She trembled lightly. 

Each kiss made her heart itch like it was being scratched by a cat. It was torture, so ticklish she almost wanted to cry out. 

By the time his kisses reached her ear, Ayla was completely stiff, goosebumps breaking out all over. 

This was something friends could never do. 

But now, they could. 

Draven kissed her with clear desire, his lips close to her ear, yet his words were perfectly proper, like he was at work. It was so upright it was almost absurd. “I really want to help you shower, but you’ll get shy, so we’ll save that for next time. Be careful not to get your knee wet. When you’re done, I’ll help reapply the medicine on your wrist.”