Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 711

Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him

Chapter 711 Vulnerability in the Bath

Everything hit at once. It felt like her body just… quit.

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Ayla had never imagined she’d be this much of a wreck in front of her ex. At least the floor was carpeted. The landing shouldn’t hurt too badly. She’d just pick herself up.

A pair of hands caught her just before she hit the ground.

Her whole body had gone limp.

Draven frowned and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead again.

“Thanks,” Ayla managed. “I don’t think it’s a fever. Just a cold. Let go, I can get to the bathroom myself.”

Draven had never seen Ayla this fragile. His heart was in a vise. “You can barely stand. What if you collapse in there? I’m carrying you.”

Ayla looked at him. “That’s… not really appropriate.”

Draven’s voice was low, absolute. “Your health comes first.”

Ayla shook her head, which only made the dizziness worse. Never shake your head during a blood sugar crash. Her palms were tingling. She genuinely couldn’t make it to the bathroom alone.

“I think my blood sugar’s low.”

Draven watched her. She could barely stay upright, and she was still being this rational. Before, she wouldn’t have pushed through like this. She would’ve clung to him and let herself be soft.

After the breakup, she’d carried everything alone.

Ayla’s heart had grown harder than before.

The more she held herself together, the more it gutted him. The more it ate at him. The more he wanted to scream at himself. How could he have just walked away when she told him to? How had he been that much of a coward?

The ache was suffocating. He carried her to the bathroom, set her on the toilet, and positioned a small armrest beside her. “Hold onto this.”

“Give me two minutes.” His voice was low, brooking no argument.

Sick Ayla versus full–force CEO authority? She could only nod.

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Draven left and returned in under two minutes, a set of pajamas in hand.

He grabbed the hand she’d been bracing against the wall. “Open up.”

Ayla blinked at him, confused.

“Chocolate.”

Ayla heard the word chocolate and gave him a friendly little smile. She opened her mouth. A chocolate truffle melted on her tongue, sweet flooding through her instantly.

In her current state, that tiny smile was almost heartbreaking to watch.

Draven’s jaw tightened. Those cold, composed eyes went red. Loving someone this much and seeing them like this–so this was what real pain felt like.

Troy was supposed to be watching over Ayla, wasn’t he? Chasing her with everything he had? And he didn’t even know how to take care of her? Was Troy a pig? Couldn’t he even look after her?

Draven’s voice dropped even lower, fury threading beneath it. “I’m going to change your clothes now.”

Ayla’s eyes were half–shut. She didn’t have the energy to open them fully. “The sugar should help with the dizziness. I can do it myself.”

Draven was already pulling off her blouse.

Ayla pushed at him. “You-”

Draven pressed his lips to hers. One second. Then he let go, caught her hand, and held it still. “Ayla, I’m not Max. I can tell from the way you two interact–you’ve never slept together. Right now, you need me to take care of you. Don’t push me away. Please.”

Ayla’s vision was blurring. Everything looked like it was seen through fog. Looking at Draven felt like looking at the past.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. And stopped arguing.

Draven stripped her down and dressed her in the pajamas.

Pants and all.

Ayla was aware of what was happening despite the haze, and frankly, it was mortifying. Draven didn’t care in the slightest. The underwear he’d put on her was period–safe. He’d handled everything.

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Chapter 711 Vulnerability in the Bath

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The chocolate was gone.

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