Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 81

Max felt something coil tight in his chest when Troy spoke. He did not know if it was because he finally understood Ayla or because he already braced himself for a fallout with Troy.

He forced the feeling down and called Rolf with sharp impatience. "Get over here fast, or I'm going to drown in all this cheesy flirting."

Skyla perked up right away, and her mood brightened.

Max kept a lazy smile on his face and stayed quiet.

He always knew how to say things that made people feel good.

People said he sounded gentle and charming. They said he could flirt with anyone and walk away without a scratch.

The ones who watched him longer said he felt frozen inside and barely cared about anyone he met.

They just liked painting him as the bad guy.

Max never argued with any of it. He could care about people, or he could not care at all. It always depended on whatever mood he woke up in that day.

Skyla watched him with suspicion because something felt off.

Max agreed to meet James, so she could not figure out why he only called Rolf.

She kept her questions to herself because she knew Max would catch her thoughts in a second.

He was smart.

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There were two entrances, one at each end of the courts.

Ayla entered from the west side after James messaged her, so she bumped straight into Troy.

James and the others came from the east side, which kept them apart.

There were many courts, and two were joined.

The courts sat side by side inside metal fencing. Ayla stepped inside and spotted Draven and James pulling out their rackets. She also noticed Blake, her department chief, standing nearby.

Ayla walked up to them. She said, "Boss, I didn't expect you here."

Blake said, "Do you know how to play?"

Ayla opened her mouth, but James jumped in fast.

He said, "She can't play. I'll teach her."

James threw a pointed look at Draven to see how he reacted. Draven stayed silent, but Ayla's gaze shifted toward him instead.

Draven wore a gray tennis outfit that fit him too well. His build made him look like he walked out of an old-money sports club.

Tennis started out as a sports for aristocrats.

And Draven looked the part.

Ayla started to look away when his eyes suddenly locked onto hers.

She lifted her chin to greet him, but he cut in first.

He said, "If you can't play, go hire a coach. Don't get in the way here."

Ayla probably did well during the charity dinner.

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