Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 713

Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him

Chapter 713 The Invisible Wall

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Even when the emotion was unsettling, it was better than the old uncertainty. At least she knew what she was dealing with.

Being with someone meant reading their mood and adjusting to it. The whole point was to make both people feel at ease.

Draven was clearly stewing. Ayla was a little wary of his anger. “I’m much better.”

He’d never gotten angry at her before. So, she’d never known there was something to fear.

Ayla sat up on her own and leaned against the headboard, instinctively putting about three feet between them.

Any further and she’d be off the blanket.

She was cold.

Sitting up, she noticed Draven had changed into pajamas, too.

Hers were black.

His were black. Same design.

She deliberately ignored the matching–couple vibe and let her eyes drift to his injured leg.

Should she ask?

He’d been taking care of her all day. Put in the effort. Spent the energy.

Broken up or not, a polite question felt warranted.

Ayla asked the question she’d been sitting on. “How’s your leg?”

At the exact same moment, Draven spoke. “You don’t look much better yourself.”

They started at the same time. Stopped at the same time.

Awkwardness spread between them like smoke.

Ayla genuinely wasn’t sure how to navigate this new version of Draven.

Too intimate, and she’d slip back into girlfriend mode–teasing him, leaning into him.

Not appropriate.

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Too cold, and Draven should have kept his distance while she was sick. Let the staff handle it. Kept things professional. But instead, he’d been there with his own hands the entire time.

They weren’t strangers.

But they weren’t lovers who could bare everything to each other, either.

Familiar but not. Close but not quite.

There was a transparent wall between them.

It made things… awkward.

But Ayla liked the difference. Before, she’d always been the one initiating—asking him questions, checking in, filling the silences. Over time, even that had worn her down.

Right now, she simply didn’t want to talk. She was sick. She didn’t have the energy to be someone’s sunshine. She was allowed to be low.

She’d go with what her body could handle. No energy meant no energy. Silence meant silence.

Her problem, not his.

She wanted to see what this cold, guarded CEO would do.

To her surprise, she didn’t wait long. A second or two, and Draven spoke, “Are you worried about me?”

Ayla kept her composure. In the dim light, she met his eyes. “Just normal concern between friends. Troy’s knife went in deep. And then you carried me upstairs afterward. It didn’t tear open?”

Draven was warmed by her kindness.

Sometimes, he couldn’t understand it. Ayla was this good. All anyone had to do was respect her. treat her with basic decency, and she’d give back in kind. Yet Troy had somehow managed to push her further and further away. Most people couldn’t pull that off if they tried.

Draven wanted to touch her face. Wanted to hold her while they talked. But now wasn’t the time. He held himself back. “I never said it wasn’t friendly concern.”

Ayla blinked.

Draven continued, “The wound isn’t as bad as it looks. The doctor stitched it, applied medication, and put me on antibiotics. It’s fine. Don’t worry about me. Focus on yourself.”

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