Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 666

Ayla had never paid much attention to Max before. Now she couldn't help looking at him more carefully.

After all, he was her boyfriend now. Well, a boyfriend she could break up with anytime.

Max was handsome. Tall, fit, and confident. His family was also one of the most powerful in Trensea. On paper, he was almost perfect.

Meeting Troy had made Ayla doubt her own judgment. But that didn't mean her taste in men was bad. Getting together with Max was a sudden choice. She only wanted to forget her last relationship faster. She wanted the bitterness in her heart to fade so she could start fresh.

Her last boyfriend had been outstanding. So even a temporary boyfriend couldn't be too ordinary.

If she picked some random guy, it would only make Draven look even better. That would defeat the whole point.

Luckily, Max was nearly flawless.

His confession had also come at the right time. The twins had helped them build trust. They had grown comfortable around each other. And it had already been over three months—almost four—since her breakup. The first two weeks had been the hardest for Ayla. After that, she slowly saw that Draven was moving on too.

So, she had to move forward as well. If Max had confessed a month earlier, she would have refused. Now, though, the timing felt right.

There was no love between them. Only physical attraction.

And Max was undeniably handsome. If he looked ordinary—or if their personalities clashed—Ayla would never have made such a sudden decision.

"Come closer," Ayla said.

Max lifted an eyebrow. His eyes sparkled with amusement. When he smiled, even the young girls that work in the flower shop looked stunned. They kept sneaking glances at him.

Max stepped closer.

Ayla leaned in and lightly brushed her lips against his.

It wasn't like the deep kiss he had given her earlier. This one lasted barely a second. Just a gentle, polite touch.

Max noticed the way she was looking at him. He knew his looks had earned him some points. That little kiss was her reward.

And he liked that reward very much.

He kept smiling. He almost laughed out loud.

Ayla couldn't help laughing. "That really speaks to my heart," she said. "Max, I actually enjoy talking with you."

"I like talking with you too." Max looked at her. "Ayla, if I had met you earlier, I would have made you fall in love with me." Max was usually direct when he liked someone. But around Ayla, he had always hesitated. Not anymore. Now he could say what he felt. He could show her openly that he cared.

They were about to enter the elevator. Ayla didn't respond.

Max walked her to her hotel room. If he left now, it would feel like a waste. So he simply stayed, refusing to go.

Their relationship might be casual and easy to end. Still, he could call her his girlfriend, and she could call him her boyfriend. Until either of them ended it, it was a real relationship. Even now, it still felt unreal to him.

Like winning a grand prize out of nowhere.

Max still remembered the day he lost control. He had slammed his fist on the table, angry at himself for never confessing to Ayla. The sun had been shining outside, but his mood had been dark.

The feeling still felt close.

Max looked quietly at Ayla's profile. The woman he loved had already been through two serious relationships. That made things harder. If he confessed and got rejected once, Ayla would guard her heart. After that, there would be no room left for anything more.