Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 No Good Ending

Chapter 222 No Good Ending

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When Ayla saw Draven walking toward her with the flowers, she rolled down the window. Draven’s face was striking. He wore all black, and the bright colors of the flowers against his dark clothes made him look even sharper. With the flower shop behind him, the whole scene looked almost unreal.

“Hold this for me,” Draven said as he handed her the bouquet.

Ayla let out a small breath. So the flowers weren’t for her. She took them, feeling relieved. Draven walked around the front of the car and opened the driver’s door.

The moment he got in, he saw Troy behind them.

Draven said nothing and pulled into Westhaven, the luxury community where he lived.

Ayla had kissed Draven earlier, and Troy kept replaying that moment in his head. It tore him apart. And now the man was bringing flowers…

But Troy was too far gone to think straight. Compared to the kiss, flowers weren’t even the main blow. His face was pale as he followed them.

Soon, he watched them drive into Westhaven.

Troy didn’t own a place there, so he couldn’t get inside. He parked on the side of the road and stared at the entrance to the underground garage. He looked like some kind of obsessed stalker, waiting for Ayla’s car to come back out.

He needed to know if Ayla was actually with Draven or if she was just dropping him off as his assistant.

Then a memory hit him. When he was young, he used to hide in dark corners and spy on Draven because he was jealous of him-jealous, angry, and curious.

And now he was doing it again.

This time, he wasn’t watching Draven. He was waiting for Ayla. A woman he had never cared about before.

Troy didn’t understand why he suddenly cared so much. He didn’t even know why he was still sitting here. Even if Draven and Ayla didn’t live together, that kiss was already tearing him apart. The longer he waited, the worse it would feel.

There was no good ending here.

But he didn’t leave. He kept staring at the exit without blinking.

There was a period in his life when Troy became obsessed with shooting. He had practiced enough to hit bull’s-eyes with his eyes closed. His hearing had improved a lot, too. That was why he finally heard his phone ringing-after Ayla’s car pulled out of the garage.

He glanced down. Bria was calling.

He didn’t answer. He let the call end by itself, only then noticing it was the third time she’d called.

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Chapter 222 No Good Ending

Strange. He didn’t even hear the first two.

He didn’t care. He hit the gas and followed Ayla.

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She still owed Draven a gift. After dropping him off-with his flowers-she drove out again to buy something.

She headed straight to M.L.

Draven collected designer cups. He liked that brand. Most of their pieces cost between 30 to and 40 thousand dollars, which was expensive but not too crazy. The price was just right.

Ayla parked, went inside, and started browsing.

The moon-shaped cup she bought last time was supposed to be for herself, but Draven had taken it. So this time she planned to pick something shaped like a tree.

She found a pine-tree design she really liked. She paid and had the clerk wrap it.

Ayla lifted the gift bag and turned around-and froze.

Troy was standing right in front of her.

He looked completely different from the last time she ran into him at the restaurant. Back then, he acted normally. But now his eyes were dark, his face was pale, and the cold energy rolling off him was sharp enough to make anyone step back.

Ayla frowned. “Are you following me?”

The coldness and disgust in her eyes stabbed Troy again. Before, if he suddenly appeared in front of Ayla, she would light up. She always looked happy to see him.

At family gatherings, she would be thrilled because he would pretend to be a good husband-hold her hand, act close, make her feel seen.

Back then, even those little scraps of attention were enough to make Ayla happy for days. But now, he had come all this way for her, and there wasn’t even the smallest hint of warmth in her eyes. Not even a trace.

Troy wasn’t used to this.

He wasn’t used to it at all. The shock felt like a needle stabbing deep into his heart.

The sting grounded him a little. He steadied his voice. “I need to talk to you.”

Ayla asked, “About what?”

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