Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412 A Day Worth Remembering

After saying that, Draven lifted his head.

Ayla’s face was already burning red.

Draven smiled and kissed her check.

Just as he was about to leave, Ayla suddenly grabbed his large hand.

Draven looked at her, confused.

Ayla stared straight into his eyes. “I’m really happy.”

Draven froze for a moment. He already knew they were together now. They’d hugged. They’d kissed. He’d slipped smoothly into the role of boyfriend. But he hadn’t expected these simple words to hit him so hard, without any warning.

His heart started pounding violently. It had raced like this when she confessed too.

Draven paused for two seconds, then replied with quiet seriousness, “Me too, Ayla.”

After the bathroom door closed, Draven took several steps forward, his stride uneven.

So he really wasn’t as calm as he thought.

He’d just hidden it while Ayla was there.

This was the first time Draven had ever gotten what he wanted. He didn’t know what expression he was supposed to wear. Excitement? Joy? Laughter? He had no experience. His life had never worked out that

way.

He glanced around the room.

The presidential suite was tastefully decorated. He was long used to environments like this. It never felt new or worth a second look.

But now, everything before his eyes felt pleasing.

Draven slowly savored the joy of being with Ayla, like the lingering sweetness after a sip of tea.

There had to be a pause before emotions fully caught up.

That was why his heart was racing so hard now, thumping so violently it made his left arm tingle slightly. Draven had to press a hand to his chest to steady himself.

Maybe being struck by happiness left him at a loss.

No one knew what it felt like to be so excited you trembled. No one could truly share how happy he was at this moment. Draven didn’t need anyone to understand.

He would savor it alone.

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Chapter 412 A Day Worth Remembering

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Draven walked by himself to the massive floor–to–ceiling window. The night breeze drifted in softly. Outside, Aqualith was still blazing with lights, the dazzling nightscape clear the moment he looked up.

He thought of the first time he’d seen Ayla by the sea. Thought of the moment she fell into the water, and Troy had reached her first, stealing those three years from him.

A lot had happened in those three years. Fate always pushed people forward. But if two people were truly meant for each other, would they always find their way back together?

From childhood to now, Draven had never allowed himself expectations.

Because of his background, because of those childhood memories that made him sick just thinking about them, he’d always asked himself why it had to be him. Was he really just missing that last bit of luck? Just like how he’d met Ayla first, yet still missed her.

Now, Draven’s thoughts had changed.

He was the luckiest one of all.

Draven took out his phone, lowered his gaze, and opened the calendar.

October 6. Sunny. High of 88°F during the day, low of 79°F at night. Light east wind. Good air quality.

On a clear, pleasant day, on a comfortably warm night, in a coastal city, he and Ayla were together.

October 6. An ordinary day.

Countless things happened in the world.

Draven being with Ayla meant nothing to anyone else. No one would care. But he would remember this day for the rest of his life. He would remember the weather, the night wind brushing his face, his racing heart, and the woman who had given him such an immense surprise.

Plans never keep up with reality. While he was still worrying about how to test the waters and prepare Ayla mentally, her confession shattered everything, like ice melting in an instant.

“How wonderful,” Draven said quietly to himself.

Ayla washed her hair first, then her body. Her knee couldn’t get wet yet, so she lifted one leg and used the showerhead to rinse away the sweat. The water temperature was just right, carrying off her exhaustion.

After struggling to get clean, Ayla put on the hotel bathrobe. She threw away her dirty clothes.

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