Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441 What Do You Want?

Troy lowered his gaze, his eyes dark and complicated.

It had been a week since what happened in Aqualith. Now, when he thought back to that manic, uncontrollable urge to destroy everything, he still felt shocked.

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That side of him, so wildly unhinged, had been triggered by Ayla. No person and no situation had ever made him lose his reason. Not even Draven.

His life had never been this pathetic. He had never chased a woman until he collapsed on the ground, dry- heaving.

Maybe Max’s words had finally gotten through to him. Troy had been seriously thinking about what it meant to love someone.

He still hadn’t figured it out. He didn’t have a clear answer yet.

But he couldn’t accept Ayla abandoning him. And he couldn’t accept Ayla not caring whether he lived or died.

Troy spoke in a low voice. “Ayla, I was sick that day. You didn’t even come see me?”

His voice was quiet, his tone calm. He sounded like a normal person. Ayla’s heart jolted, and she stared at him coldly. “Are you insane?”

“Why wouldn’t you come see me? Do you know how worried you used to be? You wanted to be with me 24 hours a day. How can you just ignore me now?”

Ayla’s expression turned ugly. “My knee still isn’t healed. Why aren’t you in front of me begging for forgiveness?”

Troy had wanted to talk things through calmly, but his tone still turned sharp. “Draven caused me a lot of trouble. I couldn’t get away. I’ve actually been trying to find you all week. I finally see you now. Ayla, why is it so hard for me to even see you once?”

Ayla couldn’t stand Troy playing the victim in front of her. He’s really good at this. Did he learn it straight from.

Max?

“You’ve seen me. So what now? What do you want?”

“I already said it. I want to stay with you,” Troy said. “I know you’re with Draven just to mess with me. Ayla, as long as you come back to me, I won’t hold anything against you.”

“Troy, how can you be this shameless? Forget it. I have nothing to say to you. Let me repeat it one last time: First of all, I won’t go back to leftovers. Second, I’m serious about Draven.”

Troy’s face stiffened. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes turned vicious and cold. Beneath that calm exterior, madness churned.

Ayla was already used to this look.

Next, he would explode.

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Chapter 441 What Do You Want?

And she would call Hannah and the others in when that happened.

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But after his expression shifted several times, Troy forcibly calmed himself. His voice was suppressed. “Ayla, do you know how angry I am right now?”

Ayla clenched her fists. “That has nothing to do with me.”

“Who says it has nothing to do with you? I’m angry because you divorced me. Because you don’t care about me. Because you say things just to piss me off!”

Her clenched hand loosened again. Ayla genuinely felt that Troy was beyond saving. “Bye.”

Ayla stood up and walked toward the door.

Troy didn’t stop her. “If Casey’s face gets ruined, do you think he can keep dreaming about being an actor?”

Ayla’s steps halted, and she stopped.

Troy sneered as he met her furious gaze. “Tell me. If he gets injured during training, is that an accident or intentional?”

With Troy’s status and aura, a threat spoken so casually pressed hard against Ayla’s chest.

He really could do it.

Ayla pressed her lips together and left the room. She would make sure Samantha kept a close eye on Casey.

Troy looked at Ayla. “Come here.”

Ayla paused for two seconds, then walked back toward him. Without a word, she slapped him hard across the face.

Troy didn’t dodge.

The slap rang out clearly. His head turned to the side as a sharp red handprint appeared on his cheek. His expression didn’t change; it was still cold. “You’re fighting with me over some pretty boy now?”

Ayla looked down at him. “Bastard. Are you gonna haunt me for the rest of my life?”

Troy reached out and grabbed the hand sho

used to slap him, rubbing it slowly. “You know I’m angry.”

“Are you ever not angry?”

“If you behave, I won’t be.”

Ayla raised her hand again, wanting to slap him once more.

“Does your knee hurt?” Troy asked, still playing with her hand.

Ayla sneered. “Don’t worry. Draven changes my dressing every day. It doesn’t hurt.”

The vein on Troy’s forehead jumped again. His hand trembled with rage. He knew Ayla was already mocking him inside. She didn’t care. He didn’t want to lose control as he had in Aqualith, so he forced

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