Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 667

Max had never imagined his luck would change, but suddenly, fortune seemed to smile on him.

Even though things were still tentative, he finally had the chance to get close to Ayla.

And not just as a friend, but as her boyfriend—someone allowed a gentle intimacy he'd only dreamed of.

His long, dark lashes framed eyes deep and unreadable.

Maybe... there was a real future for him and Ayla.

If fate hadn't wanted it, Ayla would never have let him in.

Just holding her hand, just sharing a kiss, felt like a miracle he'd once thought impossible.

He used to lose himself in fantasies about Ayla, dreams that always felt hopeless. Now those dreams breathed with possibility.

He had actually kissed the woman of his dreams.

His heart battered against his chest, wild and fierce, and Max found himself addicted to the sensation. He'd never known excitement like this before.

Everything he felt—this rush, this hope—was a gift Ayla had given him.

Ayla, meanwhile, ignored Max's adoring gaze, absorbed in her work. Max sat beside her like a loyal, oversized puppy, his fingers twining around her left hand.

He played with her fingers as though they were some new treasure, marveling at each delicate bone.

Ayla's palm tingled under his touch, and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

He was utterly absorbed in the task, head bowed, lashes lowered. From this angle, his profile was almost ethereal—like a portrait come to life.

Ayla, who had always had an artist's eye for beauty, couldn't help but let her gaze linger just a little longer.

Max felt her attention and looked up, his lashes trembling, meeting her eyes with a gaze full of quiet intensity. For a moment, the air between them changed, charged with something unspoken.

"Done with work?" Max's lips curled into a soft, knowing smile.

"Almost," Ayla replied, tugging her hand away. "Is it really that fascinating?"

"To me, you're a treasure," Max said, voice gentle. "I want to discover every part of you."

Knowing her work was nearly finished, Max hooked his arm and rolled her chair closer with a practiced tug.

He sat on the couch, looking up at her, still holding her hand.

Ayla squeezed his hand. "Did you want to invest in Kaleb's company for me, too?"

"Of course," Max replied. "I wanted to impress my future brother-in-law."

"A few hundred million, just like that?" Ayla raised a brow.

"I'd give it for free if I could," Max said, sounding a little regretful. "But you and Kaleb turned me down. And now your brother thinks I'm nothing but a sleazebag."

Ayla laughed. "The flowers you brought on the day of my divorce from Troy—they were actually for me, right? Not for Troy?" The guy even dressed for the occasion.

Max clicked his tongue. "How do you always see through me?"

Ayla burst out laughing. "Why didn't you say so then?"

"If I had, you'd have thought I was crazy," Max said. "Ayla, I just wanted you to see me as normal, not some lunatic chasing after you."

"Well, everyone around Troy is a little crazy," Ayla replied dryly. "Tell me, when you decided to confess to me, were you ready to break things off with him?"

"I was friends with Troy, but we're nothing alike," Max said, voice steady. "I never liked how he did things. And once I fell for you, I knew—if I wanted to be with you, it was only a matter of time before Troy and I went our separate ways."