Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 755

He reached her. Her heartbeat quickened.

Ayla still didn't speak.

She stayed perfectly still.

Draven held the glass out to her. "You've been taking care of the babies all this time. Drink some water."

Ayla glanced at the glass, but her eyes drifted to his hand. Large palm, long fingers, knuckles sharp and defined. Just looking at those hands, she could already picture how unfairly handsome his face was.

She appreciated his looks. She appreciated this attentiveness just as much.

Three full seconds passed. Then, she took the glass and drank.

She let his words go unanswered, walked over to the couch in the sitting area, and sat down.

The babies were adorable, but taking care of them wasn't easy.

Ayla had just been thinking that when Draven came and sat down across from her.

The sitting room couches were arranged face-to-face—built for conversation, the kind of setup that invited you to settle in and talk.

Ayla set down her glass and smiled. "My place is close. Not tonight."

Draven looked unbothered. "I'll drive you back in a bit. Sit with me for a while first."

Ayla looked at him, curious. "You're the one who said I could rest here. Do you even have everything I'd need?"

Draven took her to the walk-in wardrobe and pulled it open. Women's clothing took up two-thirds of the space—all in her size, all her preferred brands. Daywear, casual wear, formal wear, activewear, loungewear. Everything.

There was also a full collection from the label of that black backless slip dress she'd worn for Draven's island birthday—daring cuts, elegant construction. One of them was a fitted white feather-lace gown that draped all the way to the floor. The key parts were not sheer, and the cut was still more evening dress than lingerie, sexy and elegant at once, full of that polished ready-to-wear beauty.

And her lingerie, too. All of it.

An entire life, ready to move in.

She could walk in with nothing and be completely at home.

"Everything's ready. All it's missing is a lady of the house."

His voice came from right behind her, warm breath brushing her earlobe. Ayla's heart lurched.

She hadn't even noticed him approach. By the time she registered it, he'd already wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Her slight, slender back pressed against his firm chest, completely enclosed. A soft kiss landed on her cheek.

Her knees nearly buckled.

She nudged him with her elbow.

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