Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 712

Chapter 712 A Shared Darkness

Ayla said, “I want to check on the babies first. Then I’ll wash up.”

Draven didn’t agree. “No.”

“Why not?”

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“You want to get them sick, too?”

Ayla hadn’t thought of that. “Finc.”

Draven stayed by her side. He didn’t leave.

“Have you eaten?” Ayla glanced at him.

“Don’t worry about me.” His voice was hard, his face tight. He looked like he was in a terrible mood. Every feeling was right there on the surface. That naturally cold aura of his was intimidating enough on a good day. Like this, no wonder the doctor earlier had been stiff as a mannequin.

Ayla had no idea what he was upset about. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d been perfectly cooperative. This moody, volatile version of Draven was a lot to handle.

Since he’d told her not to worry, she didn’t press.

She turned on the TV and watched in silence.

Her cold-addled brain felt like mush.

Thinking back on everything that had just happened—how had she let Draven change her underwear?

And then there were the things he’d said before she fell asleep. Every word came rushing back. Ayla thought she’d honestly rather have a fever.

Draven must have had things to deal with. He stepped out.

Ayla seized the window while she still had some energy and went to wash up.

After, she sat back on the couch. She’d slept too long-lying down again would only make her

back ache.

She’d been wound so tight for so long. Somehow, seeing Draven had snapped the string completely. Her body had finally given out.

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Chapter 712 A Shared Darkness

It felt like everything was crashing down at once.

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The doctor had said she was worn out, overthinking, and low on energy. She needed proper rest and nourishment. Between her weakened state and the cold, recovery would take several days.

Great.

Of all the times to get sick. And now she’d need days to recover.

To Ayla, being bedridden was a waste of time. She wished she were made of iron.

Being sick made everything more frustrating.

Ugh.

She sighed, stared at the TV without really watching it, and realized she hadn’t stopped to rest in a very long time. The feeling of wasting a day was almost worse than the illness.

The medicine kicked in fast. Ayla passed out right there on the couch.

When she surfaced through the haze, she was lying in a warm, broad, familiar embrace.

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