Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 406

Chapter 406 Rules Exist 

Ayla worked with extreme care-so focused it was almost intense, like she was studying lab results instead of treating a wound. 

Draven wanted to talk, but it felt wrong to interrupt her. 

So he stayed quiet and looked at her openly. 

When his eyes weren’t resting on her calm, pretty face, they drifted to her neck-long and clean, made more noticeable by the way she kept her head lowered. 

Once she finished treating his hand, Ayla lifted her head and met his gaze. This time, she didn’t panic like she used to. She treated it like any normal moment. “You’ve got a cut on your ear too.” 

He hadn’t even noticed. “Is it bad?” 

She smiled faintly. “If you didn’t feel it, then no. Just a couple red marks.” 

She picked up a cotton swab and leaned in to clean his ear, tilting her head up slightly. 

They were very close now. Her eyes naturally settled on his ear. She’d never really had a chance to look before-normally, this kind of close inspection wouldn’t fit their relationship. Staring too long would feel rude. 

But looking now, she realized something. Good-looking people really were put together everywhere. Even his ear had clean lines. 

There was a scratch behind it too. 

Maybe from a fingernail. Or maybe from when they grabbed whatever they could and threw things at each other in the hotel room. 

To reach behind his ear, Ayla had to lean in even closer. 

Her chin was almost resting on his shoulder. 

She finally broke the silence. “Did you see Noah 

Draven treasured moments like this-when she was close. Without meaning to, his mind jumped back to the helicopter. The way she’d clung to his neck, curled against him, kissing him. His chest heated instantly. Then that name-Noah-hit him like cold water, snapping him awake. 

He looked down at his freshly wrapped hand. His voice stayed low and steady. “I did.” 

“He’s not badly hurt, right?” 

“He’ll survive.” 

She frowned. “What does ‘he’ll survive’ mean?” 

“You care about him that much, huh?” 

By the time the words left his mouth, Draven had already turned to look at her. 

The distance between them widened slightly. 

Ayla turned too. Their eyes met. His face was handsome as always-but there was no warmth in it. He didn’t smile often to begin with, but this was different. 

This wasn’t calm. This was cold. 

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