Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 674

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Each time Max uttered the word “girlfriend,” he watched Draven’s expression darken another shade.

“Maybe I did approach Ayla on purpose,” Max said, meeting Draven’s eyes without wavering. “Maybe I even seduced her. Maybe I’m just lucky–maybe it’s the reward of a hundred lifetimes. But the truth is, we’re together now. It’s legitimate. It’s reasonable. It’s not illegal, and there’s nothing the least bit immoral about it.”

He let a small, cold smile flicker across his lips. “Draven, you’re no different from Troy. Right now, you have no right to act like you’re the center of her world.”

After Floyd and Esme were born, Max had spent more and more time by Ayla’s side.

He knew, better than anyone, that Draven had never once tried to win her back.

Looking at Draven’s behavior, nobody could say for certain what he really felt.

But some things were obvious–Draven, the proud prince of Zheron, had been dumped. He was furious, and he never looked back.

He’d always worn that aura of distant, unapproachable arrogance. No one dared provoke him. But now, a woman had left him, and Draven’s pride would never allow him to lower himself enough to chase after Ayla.

They were on separate roads now. That was the message Draven made sure to send.

If he didn’t want to fight for her, and he didn’t want to look back, why was he now so forcefully trying to sever Max and Ayla’s relationship? Max truly couldn’t understand.

If Draven had been in the fight for Ayla from the beginning, Max could have respected that. But Draven had shown no desire to keep her, no flicker of passion–yet he still couldn’t stand the thought of another man by her side.

It was shameless, really.

If you don’t want her, why forbid anyone else from loving her?

How was that any different from Troy?

Ayla was her own person. She could be with whomever she wished.

What right did Draven have to say otherwise?

Draven’s eyes dropped to Max’s pajamas, his face still unreadable. “You’re not wrong,” he said, voice even.

Max was surprised–if it had been Troy, he’d have lost his temper already.

Draven didn’t argue. He even admitted it.

For a moment, Max, always glib and quick–witted, was thrown off balance.

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Chapter 674 Provocation

When he finally met Draven’s gaze again, he found only a cold, frozen stare.

So Draven was angry after all.

Max almost laughed. It seemed that when it came to Ayla, even Draven could lose his composure.

Max had known Draven since childhood. Even as a boy, Draven was different–serious, mature, always too quick to understand and too practiced at enduring, He’d never been a carefree child.

Once, Max had even pitied him, but their natures were too different for friendship. And their loyalties had always been at odds.

Troy had always been the golden heir, while Draven was the shadowed, hidden son–never allowed into the light.

Max himself had been a cherished heir, and heirs played together.

Draven, though, was never truly one of them.

Max, regarded him coolly now. “If even you agree I’m not wrong, then you really have no reason to barge into my room at dawn and frighten everyone. I can see you haven’t slept all night. Why don’t I book you a suite so you can get some rest?”

Draven stared at Max for two long seconds, then gestured with a tilt of his hand. Instantly, his bodyguard seized Max, twisting his arm behind his back.

Max’s expression changed at once. He struggled, but caught off–guard, he had no hope of breaking free.

He scowled. “Mr. Storm, if I’ve said something out of line, just tell me. There’s no need for this–no need to get physical.”

“Max, you’re a man of dignity,” Draven replied, his voice cool. “But you know Troy. You should know me.

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