Chapter 741 Are You Two Getting Married Tonight?
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“Fabiola,” Ayla replied, guessing he already knew. “She’s my half–sister from my father’s side.”
Draven frowned slightly. “How is your relationship with her?”
Ayla remembered how overly enthusiastic Fabiola had been. “So far, it’s alright.”
He stayed alert toward anyone who appeared around Ayla, but he trusted that as long as he was there, she would stay safe. “Are you coming with me now?”
Ayla had already made a promise to Fabiola. “I’m heading to the airport soon.”
Draven’s gaze darkened. “Leaving so quickly?”
She nodded. “That was always the plan. I came to handle something, and now it’s done.” The unwillingness in his eyes burned so strongly that her heart thumped hard. “What are you doing?”
Draven grabbed her hand. “Though I’ll bring the kids to you after I finish things in Trensea, I’ll still miss you the moment you leave. I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll want to keep watching you all the time. Only then will I feel at ease.”
Ayla felt warmth spreading from his fingers. Over the past few days, she noticed the biggest difference between now and before. Draven had learned to express
his f
Back when they were together for eight months, work often kept them apart. Each time she left, he never showed this kind of reluctance.
But now, every moment, Ayla could clearly feel how much Draven needed her and how reluctant he was to
let her go. Being cared for so openly felt completely different from before, when she always had to guess what he was thinking.
Under his warm gaze, Ayla almost couldn’t take it.
“Ayla, are you two finished yet?” Fabiola suddenly
Camed halfway out of the car.
Her eyes first noticed their joined hands. Something flashed briefly in her gaze. Then she looked at Draven, and open dislike crossed her face before she quickly turned polite. “Hello, Mr. Storm. I’m Ayla’s sister. I’m taking her back to Trensea, so you can relax and leave her with me. Honestly, with you around, she’s in even more danger.”
Her sarcasm and dislike were obvious. What she meant was clear. Draven hadn’t protected Ayla properly. Troy kept bothering her, and Draven hadn’t fully handled Melody either.
Draven froze. Fabiola was younger than him, yet it was the first time someone from Ayla’s family openly looked down on him like that. Shock flashed across his face for a moment, followed by guilt and shame.
Ayla was stunned as well.
Fabiola gave the bodyguard a signal.
The moment the bodyguard saw Draven, he had already felt terrified by his presence. Still, he didn’t dare disobey Fabiola, so he walked over awkwardly. He didn’t dare push past Draven and instead bowed
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Chapter 741 Are You Two Getting Married Tonight?
respectfully to Ayla. “Ms. Keaton, this way please.”
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Fabiola urged impatiently, “Ayla, come on. Why are you still standing there? Are you two planning to get married tonight?”
Ayla was speechless.
Fabiola’s comment was truly shocking.
“If you’re not getting married, then get in the car.” After saying that, Fabiola pulled herself back inside without even glancing at Draven again.
Ayla ignored her. After all, Fabiola was the one trying to please her by offering to drive her to the airport. If anyone had to wait, it would be Fabiola.
She told the bodyguard, “Go stand off to the side for a moment.”
The bodyguard thought briefly, then obeyed and moved aside. Right now, it was clear his boss cared a lot about Ayla, and he didn’t dare ignore that.
Ayla still had things she wanted to say. Worried that Fabiola might interrupt again, she walked a few steps farther away.
Draven followed behind her.
Ayla glanced at the scenery by the road, then looked back at Draven. His looks and presence were both outstanding. He stood tall like a mountain, with deep eyes and a heavy gaze that pressed on people without saying a word. Yet no matter when, her eyes always returned to him.
After thinking for a moment, Ayla said, “Draven, I know what you want.”
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