Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 662

"Thank you," Ayla said at last.

She had been working nonstop lately. She needed the energy, so she picked up her fork and kept eating.

After rejecting him, she didn't act awkward. She didn't avoid him or pretend they could never meet again. She simply continued her meal as usual.

As a friend, Max was hard to beat. He truly liked Floyd and Esme. With a gentleman like him around, the twins would grow up happy.

Right now, Ayla pushed aside her personal feelings. The twins mattered more.

Before Ayla started dating Draven, Max had planned how to pursue her. First, get close. Then confess.

Why that order? Because Max feared rejection. He hoped that when he confessed, they would already be close enough for it to be the final step before dating.

Max rarely rejected anyone. Saying no could hurt people, and he hated doing that.

Having experienced rejection himself, he came to the realization that it wasn't as dreadful as he had initially thought.

Still, he doesn't feel good about this.

At that moment, Max almost admired Troy. Troy had been rejected coldly many times, but he never gave up.

What kind of confidence did that take? Part of it was Troy's nature. But there was another reason.

Troy had once received Ayla's unconditional love. A man who had received such deep love carried a certain confidence.

Max hadn't expected a miracle. Still, he needed a little time to recover.

So, he sat there and watched Ayla eat.

Before this, they had rarely talked properly. Now that they were chatting more, Max realized something clearly. Ayla was exactly the kind of woman he liked. She was smart and sharp. She understood everything around her. During her three-year marriage, many people thought she was foolish. But Ayla had always known exactly what she was doing.

Their personalities matched well too.

Her rejection had been graceful. She gave clear reasons, comforted him, and stayed to finish the meal so he wouldn't lost his pride.

Max could feel her strength, her kindness, and her quiet tolerance.

Troy had enjoyed that warmth for three whole years and never valued it. Sometimes people suffer simply because they deserve it.

Max leaned back slightly. "I've tried the kind of relationship that can end anytime. It's easy. No trouble. But how do you choose your man? What is your requirement? When would you start a real relationship?"

The question made Ayla pause.

Love had never been a necessity in her life. In casual relationships, she always had the upper hand. She wouldn't lose anything, and she wouldn't get hurt. But if she didn't need love, why start a relationship at all?

Instead of answering, she asked him something. "Then why did you date so many women before?"

Max shrugged. "I couldn't bring myself to reject them. And my life was boring. They were beautiful, pleasant to look at, and fun to talk to. So I just spent time with them."

In the past, Max would hide this part of his history. Now he said it openly. Strangely, that honesty made Ayla relax.

She laughed. "No wonder people like you."

He had a good personality, money, and great looks. Of course people were drawn to him. Still, it was also true that Max was a playboy. Beneath his polite manners was a hint of coldness.

Max gave a small smile. "It doesn't matter how many people like me. I only want one person to like me."