Chapter 74 In His Car\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 74 In His Car\u00a0<\/p>\n
The car rolled through the quiet streets toward Westhaven.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They were heading home at the same time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
+20 Free Coins\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla did not bother thanking him again. She tried to picture the logo from the place Draven ordered from earlier. She searched it, matched the dishes he picked, and sent the same food to the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She ordered half sizes. Four portions were too much for two people.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The restaurant sat closer to the house than the club, so the food arrived fast.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They stepped into the elevator. The delivery had already been left at the door, and Ayla\u2019s phone started buzzing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A young woman delivered it this time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The doors opened right as Ayla answered her phone. The delivery girl spotted them and smiled. \u201cSir, ma\u2019am, your food is here. Hope you two enjoy your meal.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Another misunderstanding. The second one tonight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven did not react at all. Ayla let it slide. They would never see the girl again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She took the bags and waited until the elevator closed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla said, \u201cYou drove me back, so I\u2019m treating you to a late-night snack.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That made things even.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven did not respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla lifted the other bag. \u201cI\u2019ll take this suit to the cleaner. I\u2019ll give it back when it\u2019s ready.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven glanced at her hand, then turned and tapped in his lock code.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla knew he used six ones before. She watched him type.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the screen lit up with six twos.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fine. He must have changed it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stepped inside without taking the food.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He left the door wide open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla hurried to the doorway and called out, \u201cMr. Storm, your food.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:27 Thu, Dec 25 G\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 74 In His Car\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice carried from inside. \u201cBring it in.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He still had his shoes on. Ayla dropped any thought of going home to grab shoe covers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
100\u00a0<\/p>\n
+20 Free Coins\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had been here twice already. The place stayed spotless every time. Someone cleaned the house from top to bottom each day.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla used to be alone. This time Draven was here too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It threw her off a little.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She could still deal with it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla set the suit bag down. She placed the takeout on the dining table. She unpacked it with smooth, practiced movements, as if she had done this routine countless times.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven washed his hands and sat at the table.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla said, \u201cMr. Storm, enjoy your meal. Good night.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She turned to walk out. The man\u2019s voice stopped her. \u201cThere is too much here. I cannot finish it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even half of his earlier order looked like a feast. He had ordered for four people. It still felt like a mountain of food.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla wanted to go home and collapse in bed. She hesitated. He already lifted his fork and looked away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla let go of the idea of saying no. Refusing too many times felt rude. It was only a late-night snack.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She sat across from him. She picked up a spare disposable fork.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had eaten almost nothing before the charity event. Then she worked under pressure for hours. Her stomach felt empty. She ate slowly and steady. The warm, simple food relaxed her more than she expected.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven poked at his plate. He left several dishes untouched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not what he likes?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla remembered everything he ordered earlier. She was sure she chose correctly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The leftovers probably matched the tastes of James and the others.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was more attentive than she had guessed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was more attentive than she had guessed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla expected silence to last. Draven broke it. \u201cWhy did Bria come at you today?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI made her mad.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 74 In His Car\u00a0<\/p>\n
+20 Free Coins\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven clearly did not like that answer. Bria had the patience of a firecracker. Anything could set her off. Even daylight could have done it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me Troy wants me out in one day. She said I should not show up on Monday.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy and Draven had never gotten along.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The demand sounded normal for Troy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If Troy saw her working with Draven and felt nothing, that would be the strange part.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not reply to her. So she blew up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven asked, \u201cWhy did you ignore her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have nothing to say to her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven stayed silent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A moment stretched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla looked at him again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wore only the black dress shirt under his suit jacket.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The shirt hugged his shoulders. She could not see his waist from the table, but she remembered it clearly. His waist was slim. His chest and arms were solid and defined.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Two buttons near the top were undone. They showed the lines of his collarbone and the sharp movement of his throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He kept a cold attitude most of the time. Even sitting across from her, he felt distant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla had a quick thought. He probably did not want her earlier answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She said, \u201cMr. Storm, I\u2019m not quitting.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Five seconds passed between her last sentence and this one.\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:27 Thu, Dec 25 G.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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