Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 420

Divorce and Freedom: No More Homemaker for Him

Chapter 420 Slow Patience

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Draven had used so much patience to pursue her. This kind of situation required even more patience.

Draven wanted everything with Ayla to be harmonious in every way. He wanted to give her the best experience. Both her body and her heart needed to be ready.

And when they kissed, Ayla was very responsive and clearly enjoying it. She obviously had a big misunderstanding about him. Maybe she thought he wasn’t very capable in that area, or that he had no desire at all and never thought about those things, which was why she didn’t dodge and instead openly explored intimacy beyond friendship with him, as if she wasn’t afraid he’d lose control at all… This was a huge misunderstanding, one he’d have to slowly clear up for her.

Holding back was really hard for him.

Draven pushed himself up. “Before I show you, I’m charging a little fee.”

He kissed her lips. “Interest.”

He kissed her again before finally getting off her.

Ayla immediately covered her face and followed him up. Her face was burning hot, no doubt completely red. “You’re way too smooth.”

He was driving her crazy.

Was this really a man who had never been in a relationship before? She seriously doubted it.

Draven cupped her cheek with his palm. “Because I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

With her face being held, Ayla wanted to touch his hand. Then she remembered the wound on the back of his hand and pulled it closer to look.

The wound was still there, but it wasn’t wrapped the way she had done it earlier.

With an injury on his hand, showering and washing his hair were more inconvenient. Water would definitely get on the wound.

“You rewrapped it yourself?”

Draven said, “Yeah. Didn’t want you worrying.”

Ayla looked at him. “Does it still hurt?”

The corner of Draven’s mouth lifted slightly. “You’re worried about me?”

“Yeah.”

Ayla didn’t dare touch the wound. She turned his hand over and looked at his palm instead.

She placed her own hand against it and gently rubbed her palm over his.

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Chapter 420 Slow Patience

A small gesture like this was enough to bring a huge sense of intimacy to a couple who’d just gotten together. When Ayla pulled away, she even felt a little reluctant.

Draven’s Adam’s apple rolled, his gaze darkening.

He stared at Ayla for a few seconds before going to change into his pajamas.

Ayla had already paid interest, and now she was ready to “inspect the goods” in good conscience.

But she suddenly got nervous, her heart racing.

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Draven was a cold, distant man. Dressed in black, paired with his icy aura, he even carried an untouchable holiness.

If she watched him undress, it wouldn’t be Draven who couldn’t handle it–it would be her own heart.

More than anything, it was the act of undressing itself. Whether it was the body gradually revealed or the slow process of taking clothes off, the visual impact was too strong. And if Draven’s gaze swept over her…. Ayla couldn’t handle it at all.

Ayla cleared her throat and turned her head away.

Draven saw her flushed face and clenched fists. He knew she was shy and didn’t push her.

They’d only just gotten together. It was too fast for that. With this bit of preparation, she’d probably be able to watch openly next time.

After changing into a soft white T–shirt and black pants, Draven shook his head, sending water droplets flying. He casually wiped his hair with the edge of the bathrobe.

“I’m done.”

Ayla turned back and saw a very homey–looking Draven. It was another completely different feeling.

Ayla liked the cold, powerful Draven, but she also liked this warmer, more real side of him in private. Because only she could see it, she liked it even more.

His build was perfect for a minimalist tee–broad shoulders, narrow waist, muscles right where they belonged. He looked good in anything.

Ayla said, “Drying your hair like that makes it frizzy. Just blow–dry it.”

Draven listened to his girlfriend. He tossed the robe onto the couch at the foot of the bed and went back into the bathroom. He came out quickly with a hair dryer in hand.

“Help me.”

Ayla was more than happy to.

Draven sat on the couch at the foot of the bed. Ayla stood in front of him on the soft carpet and helped him dry his hair.

Draven, of course, didn’t miss any chance to get close to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled

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