Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 760

Chapter 760 The Tears and the Building 7 Return

Finished

Ayla’s eyes had been a little red, but at that, she burst out laughing. She gave Draven a proper once–over, then delivered her verdict. “Still sharp as ever.”

Draven’s face darkened. “I’m not old, either.”

“Who was it that told me he was having a midlife crisis?”

Draven bit her ear. “Still not old.”

Ayla was ticklish, but he was holding her too tightly to escape. She surrendered. “Yes, yes, fine, you’re not old, Mr. Storm is in his prime.”

The truth

My wasn’t old.

but youth practical

diated off him. Solid, strong, reliable–built harder than

prove it to you with a

oke low in her ear. “Tomorrow night.”

mind went there immediate

You’re already thinking about

Ayla clenched her jaw. “Dra

She hadn’t been able to b she supposed to handle

She looked at his fo

eaten alive.

Besides, last

Draven

Ayla

nt pink.

ght–once.”

nst him last night, and that wasn’t even the real thing. How was en without for four months and was finally going through with it?

ck hard when flexed, solid as columns. She was honestly going to get

ken care of her in other ways. She wasn’t even that worked up anymore.

ly vague. “We’ll see how things go!

a straight answer.”

swer for this.” Draven spread his hands, the picture of earnest helplessness.

-control you had last night.” Just thinking about it made her shake her head. “You

for so long before her. All that stored–up energy went into her–extremely, intensely so. d on the night before, and he’d still managed to stop. Honestly, it was impressive.

unely curious: what was it about this specific day that he’d been saving it for?

that if she asked now, Draven wouldn’t tell her. She didn’t waste the energy.

without a trace of shame, “I know myself. I don’t have that kind of willpower to spare.

Chapter 760 The Tears and the Building 7 Return

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Ayla looked at him and finally understood what it felt like when a perfectly decent person decided to play

shameless.

She asked, suddenly. “Do you like my body, or do you like me?”

Draven looked at her. “I like you–which is why I like your body.”

Ayla was thoroughly satisfied with that answer. She laughed before she could stop it.

Draven’s eyes softened. What an easy little soul to please.

After breakfast, Draven took Ayla’s hand and walked her through the complex, back to the Building 7 apartment.

He hadn’t been here in a long time. Eight months of him and Ayla lived inside these walls–this place meant a great deal to him.

Ayla re–registered his fingerprints. Because of everything that had happened—all the heartbreak—they were both quiet now, but something fierce and tender moved through both of them.

Draven stepped inside and said nothing. When he walked into the living room, his eyes reddened without warning. It happened fast. A tear traced down from the corner of his eye.

Ayla saw it—and her own eyes stung instantly. She threw herself into his arms.

She held on as hard as she could.

Draven might have a sensitive streak in his genes, but he was by no means an emotional person. Tears were entirely foreign to him. He didn’t know why, but returning to this home–even though they’d said and done nothing–made his tears fall silently.

Ayla’s quiet crying hit him in the chest, over and over, and the ache spread through every part of him.

Thank god she was still here.

After a long while, Draven finally spoke. “Ayla, this time, we’re going to make it work. You understand?”

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