Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608 You’re Too Soft-Hearted

When Ayla was alone, she finally let her guard slip without falling apart or losing her head. In front of her staff, she still had to look like the boss.

That was exactly why she loved working. She wanted to use reason to control her emotions instead of drowning in them.

Ten minutes.

Just give me ten minutes.

James realized Ayla had misunderstood everything and panicked. He kept calling her, but none of the calls went through. Meanwhile, the guy who’d caused the mess still had no idea what he’d done. “What’s wrong?”

James shot him a murderous glare. “Shut up.”

He stepped away and sent a message, “Ayla, there’s no such thing as a strategic marriage. Don’t overthink it!”

Even so, it didn’t feel convincing enough. James considered secretly taking a photo of Draven and sending it to her as proof. But the moment he raised his phone, Draven’s eyes met the camera, and he walked straight over.

“What are you doing?” Draven stared at the phone.

Caught on the spot, James could only drag Draven to a quiet corner and explain everythi Draven’s expression darkened visibly. James rushed out, “I already texted Ayla to explain. I just going to take a photo of you to prove you’re not planning some strategic marriage.”

“Don’t send her my photo,” Draven said, his frown deepening.

“Why?” James didn’t believe they were really done. “You’re not actually going to marry for business, are you? Just cut Ayla off like that? And why did you even break up?”

“Ask Herman,” Draven replied flatly. “Ayla is trying to calm herself down. Seeing my face will only make things worse. Let her get through this quietly. Don’t bring up our breakup again.”

James could tell Draven was trying to protect her. “Then what about this strategic marriage rumor?”

Draven lifted his gaze toward Kayla, who stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes cold. “Yeah. I’d also like to know what that’s about.”

James knew Draven would never agree to that. “Your mom has connections everywhere, and she’s rushing things. She really worries about you.”

He wanted to ask more and offer advice.

But Kayla was preparing to leave, and Draven went with her.

Zheron was the center of Drakoria’s politics. Wealth and power were deeply intertwined here. For top families, the most valuable resource wasn’t money-it was connections. That was why old-money families were powerful yet low-key, with deep roots and vast networks.

Though the older generation of the Storms had stepped back, many of their in-laws still held

official positions. When Rolf bullied Ayla, Draven could easily bring along a minister to back her up because those ties were real. For outsiders trying to break into this circle, even giving gifts without the right network was impossible.

After Kayla became the unquestioned head of the Storms, she kept living in the old house where Sylvester once stayed. Since returning to Zheron, Draven had been staying in that quiet villa far from the city’s noise.

In the living room, Kayla sipped her tea. “Dating Ayla is fine. Marrying her isn’t necessary. A breakup only hurts for a few days. After that, you can think clearly about marriage.”

She suddenly laughed as something crossed her mind. “How did that pretty boy Eric raise a son with so much nerve? Draven, you lost because you’re too soft-hearted.”