Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 716

Draven said, "I just want to look after you."

He returned to that intensely serious tone again.

It sounded so sincere that it was impossible to doubt.

Ayla was sick and trapped by the situation, and she no longer had the confidence to argue back.

Then Ayla noticed Draven had brought his toiletries over and began washing up beside her.

Ayla didn't know what to say.

Who would believe he had not arranged this beforehand?

Ayla went back to the bedroom. She was still wearing pajamas and needed clothes, so she had to wait until Draven came out.

Draven...

She sensed the cunning and calculating side of him.

Ayla had no option except to wait.

After a short while, Draven walked out. He looked at her from head to toe. Her complexion looked far better than yesterday, and she even had enough strength to glare at him. Good.

He lowered his eyes slightly. "Waiting to have breakfast with me?"

Ayla said, "Stop pretending. I don't have any clothes."

Draven suddenly said, "You kept me warm the whole night. That little hug just now doesn't count."

Ayla's eyes widened. "Why are you changing your mind so quickly? Besides, whether I started it is still arguable."

Draven said, "Do you remember touching me?"

Ayla was stunned.

Damn, she actually remembered it.

Draven said, "Ayla, call me Draven."

She was confused.

Draven looked at her and said, "Calling me Mr. Storm sounds too distant. Using my full name feels too close... So call me by my first name."

Ayla's condition was obviously not good. She could act tough before others, but Draven did not want her to keep doing that in front of him.

He wanted Ayla to relax, and he tried to create a way for them to be together where she could breathe easier.

The doctor had privately told him yesterday that Ayla suddenly collapsed. Perhaps after seeing the babies she finally let her guard down, and her body had already reached its limit. She needed rest. If she kept pushing herself, the day she truly broke down would leave her in a terrible condition.

So Draven searched for ways to lighten the pressure she carried. He could bear all of it himself.

Their relationship had always been tense, and Draven had long acted according to that distance.

It seemed that after the breakup, Draven changed a lot. He did not even bother pretending in front of his own mother anymore.

Ayla smiled. "Kayla did criticize me a little, but most of what she said was that leaving you was the correct decision. Because the children will always be mine, but a man might not be. Promises are even less dependable. She completely supported me breaking up with you and even said you are useless, that you cannot even handle a proper relationship."

This was the first time Draven heard about it.

His expression darkened instantly. What was Kayla doing?

Instead of supporting him, she spoke badly about him to Ayla?

Draven said, "She's not wrong."

Ayla said, "Draven, so you're admitting you're exactly that unreliable?"

Draven said, "I can prove that I'm dependable."

Ayla said, "If you want to prove it, then I would need to cooperate. Why should I cooperate? Because you keep watching me closely, or because you took my children?"

Draven was struck right at his weakest point, but his composure suddenly became much thicker. Without hesitation he changed the topic. "I will take responsibility for everything step by step. But for the next two days, stay here and recover. Can we set everything else aside for now?"

Ayla looked straight at him with a mocking expression. "You won't even give me clothes. Our old conflicts are still unresolved, and now you're adding new ones. How do you expect us to live peacefully?"

Draven did not react. "When the time comes, you can punish me however you want. Right now you need a healthy body and a clear mind. Once your cold is gone and your strength returns, I will send you away."