He couldn't keep leaving everything up to Ayla, expecting her to read his mind or intuit his feelings.
That was one of the hardest lessons Draven had learned after their breakup—he needed to change. He had to show her what was in his heart.
After a while, Draven pulled out his phone and recorded a video of the babies, capturing their every movement with quiet tenderness.
...
Silvoria. It was the fourth day of Ayla's business trip.
That evening, her phone rang. James' voice, thick with his Zheronian accent, crashed through the line. "Ayla, I'm honestly shocked. Are you really with Max now? When did this happen? How could your taste fall so far? You dated Draven—he's got the looks, the body, the pedigree, the whole package. How could you possibly fall for Max?"
James' words were a jumble of disbelief and concern, as if he was desperate to snap her out of a terrible mistake. "Max is a total playboy, always chasing after someone new. He's got more girlfriends than I can count, and half his friends are gay—I swear he's into both men and women. My aunt is always worried he'll end up with a dozen illegitimate kids. How could you fall for a guy like that? You're better than this!"
Ayla and Max had agreed to keep things quiet, to act like just friends in public. Yet James had found out almost instantly.
Ayla's eyes darkened, but she didn't let it show in her voice. "Did something happen at home? Is that why Max had to go back?"
James paused, caught off guard by the question. "Yeah, there was some trouble at home. I only realized you two were together after I saw Max."
Ayla asked gently, "Is everything okay now?"
James sighed in relief. "Almost sorted out. But you still haven't answered me—what do you see in Max?"
Ayla's response was cool and measured. "He's good-looking, charming, comes from a decent family, and he knows how to make me laugh. I'm single. He's single. Why is it so strange we're together? You only dislike Max because your personalities clash. As for his gay friends, that's because he's into fashion—most men in that world aren't straight.
"And those so-called girlfriends? Most of them were harmless flings, or girls he was too polite to turn down. So what if he's dated a lot? It just means he hasn't met the right one before. Now he knows how to treat a woman well, and I enjoy being with him. As long as he's faithful and treats me right, that's all I need."
Ayla didn't harbor deep feelings for Max, but she refused to let anyone interrogate her choices.
She would date whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted—she owed no one an explanation.
Maybe there was an edge to her words, but it wasn't about James.
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