Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 594

Chapter 594 Moving

“Ayla, hearing you say that puts my mind at ease. I’ll listen to whatever you decide.”

But can we not break up? Draven never said those words in the end.

All he could do was keep whispering that he loved her by her ear, just like how Ayla had kept saying she loved him during their wild night in bed.

Right now, it was a dead end. It wasn’t something that could be solved just because Draven didn’t mind. He couldn’t truly pretend nothing had happened and stay by Ayla’s side.

Reality was like a cruel god. It couldn’t see a believer’s devotion or hear their prayers. It never changed its course for anyone’s will.

“How many months until the babies are born?” Draven asked.

“Not quite eight months yet, so about two to three more months.”

A shadow fell over Draven’s eyes. “Okay. I understand.”

When Draven let go of Ayla, he suddenly saw how broken she looked. Seeing the red rims of her eyes made his heart ache.

Ever since Ayla had been with him, Draven had never wanted her to cry. His hands were clearly shaking as he gently wiped her tears, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wipe them all away.

“Eat something first. You were up all night, and you’ve cried so much…”

His voice, which he had just steadied, turned hoarse again. Panic finally crept into it. “Ayla, can you stop crying? If you keep crying like this I really won’t be able to leave you alone.”

It wasn’t that he couldn’t rest easy. He wanted nothing more than to stay by her side and only leave after she was truly happy again.

“Draven, you should go.” Ayla felt like her mouth and her mind were completely disconnected. What she said was the opposite of what she wanted. “The better you are to me, the harder it is to let go. And the more pain we’ll both feel.”

“Be good. Eat first.” Draven was even more reluctant to leave her than she was to let him go. With her current condition, there was no way he could leave her alone.

Draven soon brought over a bowl of hot congee He sat Ayla on his lap and fed her himself.

After she finished eating, Ayla told him, “I’ll be going on a business trip for a week.”

Draven was silent for a few seconds, then reminded her softly, “You must take good care of yourself. Your eyes have been tired lately. Remember to use your eye drops. If your shoulders feel sore, rest for a while…”

Ayla pressed her lips to his, stopping him mid-sentence. Every night before bed, she would lie down properly. Draven knew her eyes were sensitive, and she hated using eye drops, but he would somehow pull out a bottle, coax her to open her eyes, and quickly drop them in.

Two buttons of his black shirt were undone, and the fabric was wrinkled in several places. When he lowered his hand, light stubble had already appeared around his mouth.

At a glance, Draven didn’t look much different from usual. But the air around him was heavy and suffocating, filled with a rare sense of exhaustion and defeat.

“Draven, what’s wrong?” Herman had already guessed something, but he didn’t dare believe

He hoped it was all fake.

“Move all my things out,” Draven ordered.

Herman’s face changed. He wanted to ask questions, but a second later, he calmed down and started directing people to pack.

Soon, the house was filled with the sounds of moving boxes. Herman wanted to stay by Draven’s side, but he had to supervise. After all, this was Ayla’s place. Some items weren’t clear whether they should be taken, so he had to keep asking Draven.

“There’s still an unopened gift here. Do you want to leave it?”

Draven looked over and saw it was an art piece he had brought back for Ayla from the business trip. She hadn’t had the chance to open it yet.