Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 88

Ayla couldn't help glancing at the two of them.

Both men had those dangerously seductive eyes—peach-shaped, deep-cut, with a hint of wickedness when they looked at people. Both of them were tall and handsome. Standing side by side, they looked like the poster boys of high-end heartbreakers, radiating the kind of decadent charm you'd expect from nightlife scandals.

Except James was loud, straightforward, bold—the rough type.

And Troy's best friend Max, with his refined looks and restrained temperament, somehow felt more mature between the two ... even though he was the gentler one.

"You two ... look like family," Ayla muttered.

If only their calm expressions weren't hiding the tension underneath.

They must hate the sight of each other in private.

Clearly, the irritation they felt toward each other wasn't anything like the murderous hostility between Draven and Troy.

This felt more like plain, mutual dislike.

When Max heard the words "look like family," he felt like he'd swallowed a fly.

James—on purpose—slung an arm around Max's shoulder and grinned, "Yeah, my little cousin—"

"Let's talk?" Max flicked his hand off immediately. "Family matters."

James shot him a look, then turned to Ayla. "Give me one minute."

He stepped aside with Max.

Max said, "Your aunt said you're thirty now. Asked when you're getting married."

"Damn it, what's wrong with you—why are you pushing marriage? You're almost 30, too. Your turn is coming soon. Don't help the enemy."

"My mom's curious too. She told me to ask how things are going for you."

Hearing it was Aunt Juliet, James caved instantly. "Nothing's going on. I don't like anyone. You know me—I just like making friends. Really falling for someone? That's hard."

James had tried a few relationships before. He dated women because they interested him, but after enough time together, he just couldn't fall in love.

He'd pretend to be in love—until he couldn't pretend anymore.

Then, he'd break up.

He even briefly thought about getting involved with Ayla—all because he had a thing for cool, aloof types—but that ended the moment Draven got jealous and shut it down.

James simply didn't do love at first sight.

Max's eyes darkened slightly under his long lashes.

Oh.

So James and Ayla had nothing going on.

Now that he had the answer he wanted, Max immediately lost all interest in conversation and cut him off. "I'm leaving."

"Wait."

Max didn't wait at all.

James cursed under his breath and followed him. "With a question like that—do you like someone?"

"None of your business."

James was stumped.

He sped up, stepped ahead, and blocked Max's path.

Max stopped walking.

James raised both eyebrows—then lifted one hand and gave him an unmistakably bold middle finger.

Max didn't know what to say.

Idiot.

With a cold face, he brushed past James and walked straight back to Ayla. The icy aura vanished instantly—replaced by a gentle, smiling warmth that made people feel at ease. "I'm heading out. See you next time, if there's a chance."

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