Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 234

With Troy, Ayla could lose it. She could snap, get mean, and show every side of herself without holding back.

But she would never do that with Draven. With him, she was like a machine—polished, neutral, proper.

That quick kiss on his cheek earlier was already wildly out of character for her. It only happened because she was trying to prove she wasn't going back to Troy, and he still didn't believe her. She'd been pushed into it.

Of course, Ayla could feel Draven's kindness, but she didn't feel anything for him—no curiosity, no interest.

The problem was, she'd promised to repay a favor. And now that he'd said what he did, refusing immediately would seem rude. Still, her mind was spinning with questions, so she decided to test him a little.

"Mr. Storm, are you serious?" Ayla asked lightly. She was clearly prepared to shrug off whatever he said next with a joke and laugh her way out of it.

Draven had been watching her closely.

All he saw in her eyes was surprise—nothing else. Her cool, calm gaze didn't flicker.

Maybe she really was that composed. But when he caught her with Troy, her emotions clung to Troy, even if she acted like she didn't care.

She said she'd never go back. But to Draven, it didn't seem convincing.

He didn't know if Troy, who'd been competing with him since they were kids, felt jealous. But he knew he was jealous of Troy.

Back then, he'd envied Troy for having a family. But he'd long stopped caring.

He never imagined that, nearing 30, jealousy would return with such force. It was violent and overwhelming, like a storm breaking over his quiet life.

Since he was little, Draven had been confused about so much—like why he had no parents, no proper family, when everyone else did.

Or why his little brother had glared at him with pure hate the first time they met. Troy had smashed a gift Draven had made, called him a bastard, and said he didn't deserve to be his brother.

Draven understood it all later.

But back then, he was just a kid. Kids had endless questions about the world. He didn't know who to ask, so he could only endure it.

Maybe enduring became a habit. Over time, it shaped him into someone who barely cared about anything.

All his life, everything in work and in daily living had just gone with the flow. Other people thought he was successful, but there wasn't anything he desperately wanted.

He'd never been certain about anything.

Deep down, he didn't know what he wanted.

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