Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 706

Ayla nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."

She understood why Draven had done what he did. But understanding didn't mean she could come to terms with it all at once.

Like being furious at someone. The anger doesn't vanish instantly. It needs time to fade.

If Draven cooperated now, the resentment might dissolve faster.

"Mr. Storm, I'd like to temporarily borrow the nannies you hired for the babies. I'll drive them back to Trensea overnight. Once we're settled, I'll arrange for the nannies to return."

Flying would mean cabin pressure, and the babies would definitely cry.

Ayla couldn't bear that. Driving was better.

Max said, "That works. I'll call the driver."

He was about to make the call when Draven, who'd been watching them the entire time, tapped his phone first. Moments later, a bodyguard walked in. Six foot five. And he wasn't alone.

The atmosphere in the room turned suffocating.

"I didn't want it to come to this." Draven looked at Ayla. His expression was calm. His tone was casual, like he was commenting on the weather.

But it was the ease in his voice that made it terrifying.

Ayla could still hear everything he'd said moments ago. And yet his actions were the exact opposite. Her eyes widened. "Draven, you said you'd apologize! This is your apology?"

His gaze landed on Max, and the warmth vanished. When it shifted back to Ayla, it softened—just barely. "I'll have James pick Max up. I won't lock him away this time. But he's not coming near you again."

Draven's words fell like orders. Final. Absolute.

For a moment, Ayla felt like she'd been thrown back in time.

Draven was the boss she'd never dared to cross.

Ayla was just the little secretary who followed his commands.

In a heartbeat, Draven had seized total control, imposing his will with a force that couldn't be challenged.

Ayla's face went white.

A flicker of danger crossed Max's eyes. Then, he let out a helpless laugh. "Good thing I came in a rush today. Otherwise, Mr. Storm, holding me here wouldn't have been this easy."

The words barely left his mouth before the bodyguards had him.

Ayla lunged for Max.

Draven caught her wrist. The grip was crushing. Ayla's face was pure disappointment. "Let go of me!"

This was a man who left no loose ends. Who navigated people with effortless precision. That was why everyone walked away thinking he was composed, and powerful, and mature.

Nearly everyone who met him had nothing but praise.

But no one is perfect. His steadiness also meant he ran deep. No one had ever truly seen through him.

Draven's walls went down further than anyone knew.

Ayla understood that now, because in the eight months they were together, she hadn't gotten past them either.

And now, for the first time, a crack had appeared.

Just a sliver. And it was already this unsettling.

Ayla used to wonder why Troy called Draven a fraud. Said he wasn't a good person.

Now she understood.

Draven was exceptional at wearing masks. When he needed to, he could be gracious and easygoing. When things went south, he didn't hesitate to bare his fangs.

One casual order, and Max was gone from the room.

One small move, and Ayla felt the full, crushing weight of what power really meant.