Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427 The Weight of Reality

When someone was sick, they felt miserable. Troy didn’t want to talk, and Ayla would tightly hold his hand, while all his senses focused on her grip, feeling only the warmth from her palm.

Troy always ignored this kind of warmth. Maybe it was because when he was sick as a child, neither Eric nor Carmen had ever shown him much concern. He’d grown used to his parents‘ indifference, so the tenderness Ayla gave him, he subconsciously took for granted, and he even felt that being left alone was the normal state of things.

But at the same time, being held by her hand and listening to her gentle voice felt comforting

Troy thought about it. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and the illusion instantly shattered, leaving him with only cold reality.

Compared to this bit of physical pain, reality hurt much more.

Troy desperately wanted Ayla to come back, to be like before. Why can’t it be like before? What exactly went wrong…

The door opened.

Troy knew Max had come in. “You’re awake?”

Troy didn’t want to talk, but after being taken care of all night, he closed his “Thanks.”

He had never said thank you to Ayla before.

“Want something to cat?”

eyes and said,

“No.” After getting sick, Troy was weak, and no emotions could really flare up. “About last night, just pretend you don’t know.”

The night before, his emotions had been unstable. No matter what, it was embarrassing.

Thankfully, he and Max were close enough that he diet mind embarrassing himself a little.

And Max was always good at soothing him.

Ayla used to gently soothe him that way too. His chaotic emotions would always slowly calm down in her voice. Ayla once gave him a sense of stability and reassurance. He wasn’t afraid to show his worst side in front of her, and she always tolerated him. She was someone he could rely on…

He couldn’t keep thinking about it. He was almost at his limit.

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Is this what harsh joshbe does it hurt so much, so painfully, so unbearably?

Max asked. Are you really gonna fight Draven for her?”

Don’t try to talk me out of it Troy’s voice was hoarse. Once he got stubborn, no one could

change his decision

Max said. “Fine. I won’t. But I just called Ayla and told her you’re sick

Troy silently opened his eyes and looked at Max.

Max met his gare. You only react when she’s mentioned. Looks like you really care about Ayla now. Anyway, she told me that it’s just a fever, you’re not gonna die, and what’s a grown man being so dramatic for? Her exact words

Troy’s heart started to ache again in sharp waves. He didn’t even have the strength to curse him

Hule used to be so good to me. He did she become like thist

Can’t the Bulz from before ever come back to met

Max tried to comfort him. The sooner you give up, the sooner you can get back to a normal B. Troy, let it go You and Hyla are divorced. Divorced. Do you understand?”

Troy’s face was pale sickly, and weak. He gritted his teeth. ‘I can’t let it go.”

Ayla was an early riser. Her body clock nudged her awake. She lay alone in bed.

Draven wasn’t there.

She picked up her phone, about to call him, when she saw WhatsApp.

Tm in the study. Text me when you’re awake.”

She was about to reply when a message from Max came in.

Her drowsiness vanished in an instant.

message

sage from Draven on

Ayla got out of bed, sat on the couch by the floor–to–ceiling window, and called him back immediately.

Even after she hung up, her heart was completely calm.

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Chapter 427 The Weight of Reality

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In the past, whenever Troy got sick, it was the hardest time for her. Not only was caring for him physically exhausting, but the worry also drained her mentally. She never understood how someone as strong as Troy could catch a cold several times a year.

A weak Troy always made Ayla feel unfamiliar, but in the past, she never wished for him to get sick.

Last night, he got sick again, and even ran a high fever…

Ayla had said everything she wanted to say to Max. She truly didn’t care anymore. Compared to that, she felt more concern for her injured knee. Before, it was her mind that suffered. Now even her body was suffering. Being hurt again and again, Ayla was afraid of pain. With the way Troy treated her, she should hate him, not soften just because he played the pity card.

Ayla forced herself to stop thinking about Troy and messaged Draven.

“I’m awake.”

Draven had overestimated his self–control. He didn’t sleep well last night.

Part of him felt like he was dreaming, too excited to fall asleep. Another part was because the woman he loved was right in his arms, and his body was hard to control. It was torture. He even got up once to take a cold shower.

Thankfully, Ayla slept very deeply and didn’t see him in such an awkward, miserable state.

So Draven got up early and went to the study.

The presidential suite’s study was spacious. He sat in the chair, expressionless, looking out the window.

Ayla thought Troy would soon give up pestering her, but that was impossible.

Draven rubbed the ring of scars around his left wrist, and childhood.

nemories drifted back to

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