Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305 Math Formula

Chapter 305 Math Formula

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“Draven.” When Ayla called his name, she looked straight into his eyes. There was none of her usual calm restraint. Her gaze was direct, almost bold, like she was admiring something beautiful-and wanting it. It felt sharp and invasive.

Because she was drunk and less guarded, it was as if Draven could see straight into her thoughts.

His heart skipped.

She said, “You told me to call you by your name. I did it. So I’m great.”

One look from her made Draven’s thoughts fall into chaos.

“Why are you dressed so… restrained today?” If Ayla were sober, she would have said “serious” instead.

Draven paused. The elevator had already arrived. “Let’s go home first.”

He held Ayla by the arm and led her inside. Just as he opened the door, Ayla suddenly said, “I like how you look like this.”

Draven’s breath caught for a moment. He turned his head, his eyes deep and dark.

Ayla looked back at him. After a few seconds, she said, “Open the door.”

Draven said nothing.

“Did you forget my door code?”

Draven sighed, opened the door, and brought her inside.

Ayla leaned against the couch and closed her eyes to rest. When she heard movement, she opened them again.

Draven had already poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. Ayla took it and quickly drank it all, then gave the cup back. “More?” Draven asked.

Ayla nodded. “Yes.”

Draven added a little honey to the second glass before handing it to her.

Ayla drank and frowned slightly. “Why is it sweet?”

“Do you like it?”

“I kind of do right now.” She glanced at him.

After drinking half, Ayla tried to set the cup down, but her arm didn’t reach far enough, so she leaned forward.

Draven stopped her and reached out to take it instead. His fingertips brushed against her soft hand. His

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throat tightened. Without showing anything, he set the cup down and asked, “Why do you like it?”

Ayla’s mind was foggy, yet her thoughts remained clear. She knew he was asking why she liked this side of him.

Without thinking, she answered honestly, “Because you remind me of a math formula. Strict. Perfect. Beautiful. Ordered. And unshakable truth.”

To Ayla, a perfect math formula was sacred, like scripture. Untouchable.

Yet sometimes, she also wanted to see it break apart, collapse, and then be rebuilt into something orderly again.

Draven’s strict restraint gave her that feeling. Comparing him to a math formula was the highest praise she could give.

She wasn’t sure he understood, so she added, “I mean, I really like it.”

“I understand,” Draven said.

Her words carried dangerous weight. Draven was not sure if this was how she truly felt or if it was just drunk talk.

Then Ayla thought of something else. “Then why are you dressed like this?”

“I just came back from a funeral,” Draven said.

“Whose funeral?” Ayla asked, curious.

“An elderly woman who took care of me when I was young. She passed away.” It was from the time when Draven lived with Martin. The woman’s family hadn’t expected him to attend, yet he went anyway.

Ayla froze for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his hand.

Draven had been looking down. He paused when his hand was held, then looked up at her.

“Are you sad?” Ayla asked.

Draven was a very cold person. He was best at ignoring his own feelings, turning himself numb.

Strong joy or sorrow rarely showed on him. Over time, that numbness became his nature.

Because of that, he didn’t need others to care about his emotions. Habit had taught him that feelings were unimportant.

He knew Ayla was showing concern, but he didn’t need it.

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