Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 681

Chapter 681 He’s a Madman

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Troy had never truly tried to change. Even when he recognized his own faults, he made no effort to rein in his temper. How could he possibly hope to win Ayla back like this?

Isabella knew the truth deep down. It was never going to happen.

Still, she kept that knowledge to herself.

Ayla pressed a gentle kiss to her phone screen, grinning at the image of her baby sweetly drinking milk. She gathered her things and headed for the lab.

Before leaving, she paused at Max’s door and knocked.

Max had only just let her know he was leaving, so he was probably still packing up.

Ayla just wanted to say goodbye.

Her relationship with Max was easy to navigate, almost effortless. Most of the time, they were just friends, though technically, they were still a couple. It wasn’t anything serious, but there was a relaxed closeness between them. She could reach out when she needed to, never worrying about being a burden.

If she was feeling low, she could call Max to join her for a meal, a drink, or just to talk. That was the emotional comfort Max provided-exactly what Ayla wanted from him, nothing more.

Max liked her and wasn’t afraid to show it, but he never pushed for more than she could give. He truly enjoyed her company, and the dynamic worked for them both.

After half a minute, Max opened the door, just wide enough for Ayla to see his upper body.

He wore a loose bathrobe, hair still damp, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Sorry, I was in the shower. Want to come in and sit for a bit?”

Behind the door, out of Ayla’s sight, a bodyguard pressed a gun to Max’s side-first to his forehead, now at his waist.

But Max wasn’t fazed. He smiled even wider, teasing, “Want to admire my physique? If you’re tempted, come on in.”

With his wet hair, half-open robe, and water still dripping from his skin, Max’s natural allure was impossible to miss. If anyone else tried this, it would have seemed ridiculous, but with Max, Ayla had to admit, the sight was genuinely pleasing.

She had work to do, and Max would be leaving Silvoria soon anyway.

“Maybe next time,” Ayla replied. “I just came to say goodbye. I need to meet up with my team.”

Ayla was always efficient with work, never letting anything slow her down.

Max nodded, still smiling. “I’ll come find you when I’m done. Oh, and don’t forget to miss me.”

“Sure, I’ll miss you,” Ayla replied with practiced ease. With Max, saying such things felt as casual as saying goodbye-just a pleasant part of daily life, nothing serious.

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Chapter 681 He’s a Madman

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If it were Troy, though, she would never say something like that. With him, those words would have meant something far deeper- something she would never offer.

Max’s smile grew even brighter. “Alright. I’ll watch you go.”

Ayla turned and left, Max watching until her figure disappeared from view.

Only then did he close the door.

When he turned around, the bodyguard’s gun was back against his head.

The tension in the room was even heavier than before.

Max raised his hands in mock surrender, then looked over at Draven sitting on the couch. Draven’s eyes were cold as ice, locked on Max. Max’s voice was light, almost taunting, but there was an edge of sincerity. “See? My relationship with Ayla is good. I wasn’t lying.”

Draven’s gaze lingered on Max’s bathrobe, and Ayla’s teasing words echoed in his mind.

He remembered how Ayla used to love his body, how her hands would wander over his skin. He could still feel the memory of her soft touch, the intimate moments replaying in his mind as if they belonged to another lifetime.

But Max’s provocations and pride couldn’t push Draven to the edge the way they might have pushed Troy. Draven simply said, his voice clipped, “Pack up.”

Max’s smile faltered. The inability to read Draven’s mood made him feel exposed and powerless. Conversation with Draven was never fun, and Max decided to drop it altogether.

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