Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 750

He'd probably need to be put on something. A sedative, maybe.

Max lowered his eyes to Troy's pale face, and a quiet heaviness settled over him. People really were limited. Since he was little, more people than he could count had loved Troy, spoiled him, put him on a pedestal. Even Ayla had loved him deeply for three full years.

Max had grown up by Troy's side. He'd seen it with his own eyes—the envy in Draven's gaze whenever he looked at Troy. Even Draven had been willing to be his friend.

But Troy had never cared. Never valued any of that goodwill. Every time something went wrong, he turned on everyone around him. No wonder he was so miserable.

If Troy was ever going to pull himself out of this, he had to do it himself. Figure things out, let go, learn to value what he already had. Otherwise, no one could save him.

That was why, in Max's view, Troy wasn't fit to be around the children right now.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Draven brought the babies back to Trensea.

Flying would have made the babies' ears ache from the cabin pressure, and Ayla couldn't bear to put them through that again, so Draven and the rest of the group drove back instead.

That way, they could go straight to the door. Draven had originally told her not to come out to meet them.

But Ayla had gone ahead and waited by the highway exit anyway.

With Fabiola right behind her.

Ayla was driving, Fabiola in the passenger seat.

After the car stopped, Fabiola turned to Ayla with open admiration on her face. "You look kind of cool behind the wheel."

Ayla asked, "You've had people tracking my every move this whole time. You didn't know I could drive?"

"That part, I honestly didn't know." Fabiola's eyes lit up. "So you're even more impressive than I thought?"

Ayla was speechless.

She had this strange feeling that no matter what she did, Fabiola found it fascinating. And somehow, Fabiola's relentless clinging had actually worked—Ayla had let her into her car.

Really, it was because Fabiola knew where the line was. And recently, she'd introduced Ayla to a well-known industry director who could helm one of the company's dramas.

Ayla hadn't wanted much involvement with Fabiola, but during the company meeting, everyone agreed it was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Ayla was the boss, but the company had a VP and others, so she'd gone along with it. And since the collaboration looked likely to work out, the two of them had grown close faster than expected.

This was just another kind of sugar-coated bullet.

Ayla couldn't help it—she gave Fabiola a light shove. Cut it out.

But to Fabiola, Ayla was unbearably adorable. She couldn't resist poking at her. Even when she pushed too far and got Ayla genuinely riled up, she still wanted to do it.

Ayla pressed two fingers to her forehead. "Is everything I do just one big punchline to you?"

Fabiola was always laughing at nothing. Sometimes, she would just stare at Ayla until something in that head of hers clicked and she cracked up all over again.

Ayla genuinely marveled. She was Kaleb's older sister—she knew what it was like to be the big one—and she was absolutely nothing like Fabiola.

Fabiola nodded immediately. "Exactly. I just look at you, and I want to laugh. What do you think causes that?"

"How would I know?"

"How would I not? When you're in a bad mood, Draven says a few sweet words, and suddenly you're smiling again. What do you think that means?"

Ayla stared at her.

Fabiola put on a wounded face. "I already know everything, and you still won't say it out loud—I just like you, okay? That's all this is."

"Enough." Fabiola's mushiness was starting to give Ayla goosebumps. Ayla had been a proper, straight-arrow student type her whole life. She'd even found it unbearable to be clingy when she and Draven first got together, instinctively cringing at her own attempts at it. This was on another level entirely.

Fabiola doubled down, just to be contrary. "Not enough. Not even close. The worst part is, why didn't I meet you sooner? If I had, I would've dragged you everywhere with me from the time we were kids."