Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 758

Draven held Ayla, then rolled them over in one dizzying motion, pinning her beneath him again. He locked both her wrists above her head, dominant and unyielding. "Let me, then."

"What exactly are you going to do?"

His gaze traced every line of her face. Just that look alone was enough to burn her. He lowered his voice. "Have you recovered yet?"

She didn't know what to say.

"Then let's keep going. There are plenty of other ways."

When Ayla woke the next morning, her eyes were still a little red. They hadn't actually gone all the way—yet her legs were still weak.

She'd lost weight over these four months. Her stamina had fallen behind Draven's.

And she was supposed to be the younger one.

Unbelievable.

But being worn out meant Draven could take care of everything himself—and he did.

Brushing her teeth, washing her face, dressing her, and even doing her hair. He did it all.

Once Ayla was dressed, Draven carried her over to the couch.

He personally poured her water to soothe her throat.

Draven lowered his eyes. His gaze was deep and steady. Back in his usual clothes, dressed to the nines, his cool composure made him look even more collected and unreadable.

Ayla thought to herself, What a performer.

"Feeling any better?"

Ayla didn't answer. She communicated entirely through eye contact.

The throwing-daggers kind.

As if sealed behind his clothes, Draven caught that look. Their eyes met, and the charged undercurrent in his gaze slowly turned to heat. He moved in close, fingers settling against the back of her head, his touch nothing like the night before—this one was gentle, drawn-out. And then he kissed his girlfriend, long and slow and unhurried.

When the kiss ended, he said, "Good morning, Ayla."

Ayla's hands rested on his shoulders. She looked up at him, licked the corner of her mouth, and smiled. "Good morning."

She loved his dignified, noble look, and she also loved the "bad" side he only showed to her.

She genuinely couldn't keep up with how fast he slipped back into his "serious" mask.

Honestly, she wasn't that easily embarrassed. But at breakfast, the nanny in charge of preparing the food was the same one who'd been with them in Zheron.

Back then, Ayla and Draven had been so careful with each other, so deliberately distant—and this nanny still seemed to be treating them exactly that way.

Draven slid right into it without missing a beat. But with Ayla's head full of last night, watching him perform his proper, reserved act was genuinely impossible to watch—and she very much wanted to laugh.

Mr. Storm, perfectly composed as ever.

While absolutely, unmistakably not.

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