Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 31

**TITLE: Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen**
**Chapter 31: Getting More Arrogant by the Day**

Rolf leaned back in his chair, contemplating the choices made by his friend Troy. He could completely understand the rationale behind Troy’s decision; Skyla was extraordinary in ways that transcended mere words. She had a charm, an intellect, and a presence that made her stand out in any crowd. Yet, if Rolf were in Troy’s shoes, even with Martin’s incessant pressure looming over him, he would never even consider marrying Ayla. He would simply bide his time, waiting for Skyla to complete her PhD and return home.

Troy, as far as Rolf could tell, had never articulated the reasons behind his plan to marry Ayla, leaving Rolf perplexed about his friend’s thought process. What was he thinking? The mere idea of being tethered to Ayla, with her incessant pestering, was something Rolf could not fathom.

As Ayla approached the car, she was genuinely surprised to find Draven waiting for her. He didn’t strike her as the type to exhibit such patience. It wasn’t until the vehicle began its journey toward the restaurant that the realization struck her: the head of Storm Group was actually standing there, waiting for a junior secretary on his first day back. A wave of unease washed over her. No one mentioned the delay she caused, either, which added to her discomfort.

It wasn’t that Ayla felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward Draven for waiting a few moments. If she had been traveling with someone who had been injured, she would have paused as well. She was merely reflecting on the contrast between her experiences.

Troy, for instance, had never once waited for her. Typically, she would arrive early, only to find herself sitting alone as he strolled in late—if he showed up at all. The thought of those lonely moments gnawed at her, but she swiftly pushed those feelings aside as she stepped out of the car, determined to focus on the present.

Will, always the social butterfly, suggested that the driver join them for lunch. However, after a brief moment of consideration, the driver declined. The truth was, he felt too intimidated to share a table with Draven. This restaurant was exceptional; reservations were notoriously difficult to secure, often taking a month or more. The chance to dine here was a rare treat, and Ayla’s stomach growled in agreement with her desire for a good meal.

Once the food arrived, Draven elegantly picked up his fork, a cue for Ayla and Will to follow suit. They had shared a meal the previous evening at the Winston Estate, and Draven’s table manners were impeccable, as always. Even the servers couldn’t help but steal glances at him; his presence was magnetic.

Could anyone blame them? He was not just conventionally handsome; he exuded a sharp, polished aura that one would expect from a high-fashion model. Yet, unlike those models, Draven possessed a commanding, almost intimidating presence that kept people at bay. No one would dare approach him with the casual familiarity one might show to a friend.

Will broke the silence, eager to share his story. “I studied abroad, and upon graduation, I started working for Draven. Honestly, I had no idea who you were that day when we first met.”

Ayla smiled slightly, “Well, you know now. It was quite the strange coincidence, wasn’t it?”

Will nodded, his curiosity piqued. “I’ve seen your résumé. With your impressive qualifications, why didn’t you opt for a position in the tech department?”

Ayla responded candidly, “The secretary department has a more relaxed atmosphere.”

Will was aware that Ayla was married and had a household to manage, which undoubtedly limited her availability. Yet, he couldn’t shake the surprise at finding someone so young, attractive, and composed already tied down in marriage. It felt like a lost opportunity, though he couldn’t quite articulate why he felt that way.

“Let’s grab Halle too and all hang out sometime,” Will suggested, his enthusiasm evident.

Ayla regarded him thoughtfully. Was he genuinely being cordial, or was there a hint of ulterior motive behind his invitation? Perhaps she was overanalyzing. After all, Halle was engaged; there was nothing to conceal. She nodded, “Sure, that sounds good.”

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