Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 249

"Rolf." Conrad gave Rolf another stern warning.

Rolf looked into Ayla's calm eyes, searching for any sign of bluff, but he found nothing—her eyes were steady as a lake.

Ayla had once clung to Troy's side like a shadow, but she was different now. She had become an entirely different person. It felt like he didn't even know her anymore.

They stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Rolf finally caved. Reluctantly, he spoke. "Ms. Keaton, I'm sorry."

Ayla said, "Louder."

"I am sorry!"

Ayla said nothing more.

Rolf picked up a full glass of wine, gritted his teeth, and drained it in one go. He wasn't much of a drinker, and this much wine nearly set his throat on fire. By the time he got the last drop down, sweat beaded on his forehead.

He slammed the empty glass upside down and shook it. "Ms. Kinsman, Ms. Keaton, are you satisfied now?"

Halle clapped her hands once. "Satisfied."

Rolf looked at Ayla again.

Ayla nodded.

Only then did Rolf sit down.

Ayla looked at him. "You don't seem to handle your liquor well."

It was a casual tease, but it hit Rolf much harder than anything Halle had said. He clenched his hand so tightly that the veins popped on the back of it.

He nearly wanted to snap back, but he had to hold it in. This suffocating humiliation was something he had never experienced as a privileged heir. It burned into his memory and filled him with hatred.

Rolf had to work hard to keep his tone level. "Don't worry, I'll work on my drinking."

"All right. When you've built up your tolerance, I'll drink with you again."

Rolf's face was flushed from the alcohol, but now he looked pale with anger.

He didn't even know what to say anymore.

If he tried, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his emotions in check.

Ayla turned away from him coldly, giving him no more attention.

Halle was amazed by Ayla's composure, but then again, she was Ayla—nothing about her should surprise anyone.

That was just who she was.

Ayla's words even left Dustin surprised. He glanced at Ayla and then at Draven, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Ayla noticed his scrutiny. She was Draven's "girlfriend" now, so in everyone's eyes, any sign of closeness would be perfectly reasonable.

But Dustin was a powerful man, and his presence was intimidating. Ayla couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

But under the table, things were different. As soon as she tried to pull away, his hand caught hers again.

Previously, his palm rested over hers. Now he turned it over, lacing his strong fingers through hers, palm to palm, sharing his warmth. Ayla felt the heat all the way to her core.

Her fingers curled instinctively. He must have thought she was trying to escape again, so he gripped her tighter, not leaving any gap between their hands. He was as assertive and forceful as ever.

Halle thought the same thing as Ayla—this was the Alvarados, after all. They were the richest people in town, so they had to toast in return. But Ayla stayed put, unbothered as ever.

Halle was stunned.

Ayla was even more unshakeable than she'd realized.

Halle nearly left her seat but ended up staying put, a bit sheepish as she accepted the apologies from Lisa and Conrad.

If Ayla had whisked her away, she wouldn't have experienced what it was like to have the richest people in the city apologizing to her.

Rolf had just slammed down almost a quarter of a bottle of wine. He wanted to help his dad with the drinking, but he just couldn't do it, so all he could do was watch Ayla enjoying the apologies and toasts from his father and sister.

He couldn't even put his feelings into words.

Will Ayla ever let this go?

He couldn't believe she had pushed him this far over such a small mistake!

Rolf honestly thought Ayla was the most petty, scheming, and opportunistic woman he had ever met. Now that she was done with Troy, she had latched onto Draven right away. It made him sick.