Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413 Don’t Do It Again 

Before today, Ayla had almost never embarrassed herself in front of Draven. Aside from that one time she got drunk and fell over, which had been a little awkward, she’d been practically flawless every other time. 

And now, she’d just thrown up all over the floor. It had been such a mess she couldn’t even bear to look at it. And the sour smell of stomach acid… 

That was no different from tripping flat on her face at a high-profile gala, in front of everyone and countless cameras. 

Just thinking about it made Ayla cover her face. She absolutely didn’t want to deal with it. 

But her mind kept spinning, and her thoughts jumped straight back to the image of Draven kissing along her neck, slowly making his way up to her ear. 

He adapted way too fast. 

He’d kissed her so intently, eyes closed. A gorgeous man kissing her with his eyes shut. It had been so intoxicating… 

Ayla touched her neck. That tingling sensation seemed to return, and even her cheeks felt warm. 

He’s probably pictured this day for a long time. 

Otherwise, how could he be so good at it? 

After getting together with Draven, Ayla inevitably thought of moments from when she’d been with Troy. There was so much to compare. But she didn’t want to go there. It made her feel guilty, and it would hurt Draven. She didn’t want to hurt him. 

She hadn’t chosen Draven because she was comparing him to Troy. 

The reason was actually very simple. She had feelings for Draven. 

She really liked him, whatever “like” meant. 

That alone was enough. 

Ayla tried hard not to think about the whole throwing-up-everywhere disaster. She tightened her bathrobe, let her hair fall loose, and walked out of the bathroom. 

The living room had already been cleaned. The smell was gone. It even smelled nice, than before, probably from some room spray. One corner of the floor-to-ceiling window was open. The night breeze lifted the curtains, cool and fresh. 

Looking out, she could see the beautiful city lights. When she looked back, Draven was sitting comfortably on the couch, head lowered as he looked at his phone. 

That calm, unhurried composure looked no different from usual. With his profile and the way he sat, it felt like a movie scene, pleasing to the eye. 

When he heard her, he looked up. 

His gaze was deep and gentle. All of a sudden, Ayla felt like the embarrassment of throwing up everywhere didn’t matter that much anymore. 

Even if she’d thrown up on him, he probably wouldn’t have laughed at her. 

She had that kind of instinct about him. 

But Draven’s gaze was very different now. 

Before, his eyes had always been so proper. 

Now, his gaze swept over her openly, from head to toe, before finally settling on her eyes. 

Draven said, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” 

Ayla asked, “You really like holding me?” 

Draven lifted his eyes. “You have no idea how hard I’ve been holding back.” 

Ayla played dumb. “Nope. I don’t.” 

Draven paused his hand, then leaned closer. 

Ayla leaned back a little. 

Draven chuckled and didn’t push further. He went back to applying the ointment. “That night-were you pretending to sleep?” 

Ayla shot him a glare. Did he really enjoy teasing her this much while acting all serious? She hadn’t noticed before. Now that they were together, it was obvious he was having fun. 

“I wasn’t pretending. You came over and touched my face before I fell asleep. You should really reflect on yourself. Taking advantage of me while I was sleeping. I trusted you so much, you creep,” 

Draven said, “I’m sorry, Ayla.” 

He sounded so sincere and earnest. Ayla still asked, “Really?” 

“I couldn’t control myself. I really am sorry.” 

She knew he meant it. “Alright. I forgive you. Bu don’t do it again.”