Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 660

After the twins were born, Ayla stayed overseas for ten days. Max was there the whole time. He was great with babies—patient and careful. Honestly, he handled them better than their father. Halle was busy cleaning up Edgar's mess, so Max helped a lot. He eased much of Ayla's stress. At night, Ayla often woke in panic, afraid the babies had stopped breathing. When Max noticed this, he took the late-night shift. He stayed up and watched the babies so she could rest.

Ayla had known Max before, but they were never close. Because of Troy, they had always kept their distance.

But those ten days changed things. They got along better after that.

When Ayla returned home, Max still came by to visit the twins. Over time, they slowly became friends.

Ayla didn't want anything to do with Troy, but some social ties were hard to avoid. Once she got used to Max, things felt natural. If they ran into each other and he invited her to dinner, she wouldn't refuse.

Max cared about details. The place he chose was a high-end restaurant.

He had clearly booked it ahead of time. When Ayla arrived, the table was already full of food.

She had been hungry all day. So she stopped pretending to be polite and simply ate. Quietly.

Max didn't talk much either. He just ate with her. His manners were elegant and effortless. In his younger days, he had changed girlfriends almost daily. Charm came naturally to him. Every move looked smooth and attractive.

Ayla ate until she was about 80% full.

Then the restaurant manager walked over, pushing a small cart. A bouquet of flowers sat on top. The manager placed the roses gently on the table.

Ayla looked at the flowers. Then she looked at Max. He was staring at her with a deep, affectionate look.

She froze. Only then did she notice something.

Max was dressed far more formally than usual. Even his usual flirty smile was gone.

Everything about him looked serious tonight.

At that moment, Ayla understood why he had invited her.

To be honest, she was shocked.

During the time they had known each other, Max had always felt like a good friend. He was funny, calm, and easy to talk to. He knew how to make people feel comfortable. That was probably why they got along so well. But she had never once felt that he liked her that way.

Then something suddenly came back to her. The day she confessed to Draven and they started dating, Max had called her.

It was different with Draven.

He and Troy had never gotten along. If rivals fought over the same woman, that was understandable.

But if close friends did that, wouldn't it destroy the friendship?

Ayla said nothing. She just looked at Max quietly.

Max had practiced this moment many times in his mind. He had repeated the words again and again. But now that the moment had come, his heart still beat fast.

He was handsome enough to attract many girls. His family background was solid. And though he often acted carefree, people who knew him understood it was mostly an act. If he truly loved someone, he could give her a real promise. He could be someone reliable.

Thinking of this, Max gathered his courage. Then he began to tell Ayla how his feelings had started.

His voice was soft and pleasant. The way he spoke felt almost like a quiet poem.

At first, he said, he had noticed Ayla's bright eyes. Whenever he was alone with her, his heart beat faster. And after he learned she and Troy would never get back together, his heart raced even more.