Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 665

The children were Troy's biggest weakness.

Without them, Ayla would never see him again.

Control the children and you control Troy. It was like holding a knife to his throat. Draven understood that well. Just like the knife Troy once used against Jeremy, Draven made his choice without hesitation.

Herman could see how powerful this move was. It would shake Troy and force him to react. But there was still a problem. Draven's real goal was Ayla.

If you wanted to win back the woman you loved, was a cold and silent move like this really the right way?

Troy and Draven were different, yet somehow alike. Troy always acted fast. When he struck, it was sharp and direct. That style worked well in business and power struggles. But love was different. Push too hard, and things could break. Even Draven couldn't predict the result.

Draven was smart. Of course, he had thought about it.

Still, he made his choice.

Draven finished folding the paper flower. He was about to pick up his phone. If he had done it then, he would have seen the photo of Ayla kissing Max.

But at that moment, Floyd and Esme had already arrived safely.

Draven slipped his phone into his pocket and stood up. "Let's go."

He would prove something to Ayla. He could take good care of the twins. He was capable of protecting them. He could handle everything.

The nursery inside the estate was fully prepared. Everything the babies needed was already there. The nannies were top-level childcare professionals. The twins would receive the best care possible.

Kayla arrived at the same time.

When she heard that Draven had taken Troy's children, she wasn't surprised.

Troy had always played rough. Draven would never sit still and accept it.

Kayla had already guessed part of the plan.

She looked at the two adorable babies, then glanced at her tall son. "Aren't you afraid Ayla will hate you?" she asked.

Draven studied the twins. In their small faces, he saw pieces of Ayla. And somehow, he liked them almost right away.

"Ayla chose the children," he said calmly. "She won't come back."

He knew he had never given her enough security. Or maybe Ayla had never planned to marry him. She had never wanted to share the risks of the future.

Draven knew she truly liked him. But her decision to give up on him was real. Once Ayla let go, she never turned back. He had already tested that. So, if it were impossible to be with her, he would make it possible.

"She can hate me," Draven said quietly. "That's better than not wanting me at all."

His voice stayed calm, as if he had already accepted the consequences.

Taking the children was his final, desperate move.

A thought crossed her mind. Was Draven too insecure when it came to love?

And partly, she wanted to comfort Ayla and build some goodwill.

If Draven ever needed her help in the future, she had to know whether Ayla would soften because of her.

"I don't care how you and Troy fight," Kayla said. "But if you hurt Martin's great-grandchildren, I won't stay out of it.

"I already apologized for you and asked for mercy. Take good care of the babies. When this is over, go apologize to Martin and come clean about your mistake."

Draven didn't expect Kayla to come all this way for him. As far as he could remember, she had never spent any effort on him before.

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The person who had sent Draven the pictures kept waiting for instructions. But none came.

So, they continued watching Ayla.

Max kissed Ayla. Ayla kissed him back. Then the two of them returned to the hotel together.

The kiss didn't last long. When it ended, Max pressed his lips together and looked at her with a gentle smile.

Ayla held the roses he had given her. The bouquet sat between them like a small barrier. Under the streetlight, the warm glow fell across Max's face. Ayla suddenly realized something. This man was truly handsome.

His eyes were charming and slightly curved. His features were almost beautiful. A faint smile lingered at the corner of his lips. Compared to his cousin, Max looked more refined. His stylish, carefree charm gave him the air of a wealthy playboy. Honestly, he could stand next to a trash can and somehow make the trash can look fashionable.