
{"id":24524,"date":"2026-01-30T10:29:01","date_gmt":"2026-01-30T10:29:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/retired-from-your-heart-novel-chapter-89\/"},"modified":"2026-01-30T10:29:01","modified_gmt":"2026-01-30T10:29:01","slug":"retired-from-your-heart-novel-chapter-89","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/retired-from-your-heart-novel-chapter-89\/","title":{"rendered":"Retired from Your Heart Novel Chapter 89"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen 89<\/h1>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 89 Why Were You Looking at Me?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 89 Why Were You Looking at Me?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla wasn\u2019t na\u00efve-she was far too smart for that.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And Blake could see it; she genuinely believed Ayla would land on her feet.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>2153\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>+10 Free Coinst\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She didn\u2019t push Ayla any further and instead moved to the far end of the bench, drinking water and resting quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla stayed silent for several seconds.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>When Blake had asked whether she wanted to retaliate against Troy, Ayla\u2019s gaze had drifted toward Draven.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Blake noticed.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla guessed what Blake was thinking-if she were in Ayla\u2019s position, she\u2019d probably make a move. Find someone powerful-someone like Draven-\u2014and use him to strike back at Troy.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>No wonder Blake had climbed her way into Storm Group\u2019s upper management.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>When she wanted something, she took it.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>People, resources, opportunities-everything existed to be used.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla had never thought this way before. But Blake\u2019s question cracked open a door in her mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She sat on the bench, watching Draven quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Her gaze was calm yet sharp, like a predator assessing prey.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Draven was one month older than Troy, both men tall and devastatingly handsome. But where Troy was cold and indifferent, Draven was darker-brooding, dangerous, ruthless. Both powerful. One dominating Trensea, the other ruling the capital of Zheron.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And more importantly-\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Draven was the one person Troy hated the most.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>If she truly wanted revenge on Troy, no weapon was sharper than Draven.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But the thought dissolved almost as soon as it appeared.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla knew too well how painful malicious harm felt. She couldn\u2019t bring herself to use someone-especially someone who\u2019d always treated her decently-just to get back at Troy. That would be unfair to Draven.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Besides, Troy was right about one thing: No one could control Draven.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>If she tried, it would be like reaching barehanded into a fire-riches gained only through risking her life.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Troy might not even do anything yet, and she\u2019d already get burned to ash.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>17:07 Fri, Dec 26 JOM.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 89 Why Were You Looking at Me?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>53\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>+10 Free Coins\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In the end\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla was not Blake. She wasn\u2019t a schemer.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She didn\u2019t want to harm anyone.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And after all these years of knowing Draven \u2026 he had always treated her well.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>To use him as a tool ran against every rule she lived by.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla liked warmth and mutual support. That was the only way a relationship stayed happy.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Troy, though\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She wasn\u2019t completely helpless.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She took out her phone and called Martin.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But the call was picked up by the butler, Lincoln. Martin had gone to the port city to meet old friends and wouldn\u2019t be back for a few days.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla chatted briefly and ended the call.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The inheritance of the Winston Group wasn\u2019t in Troy\u2019s hands yet.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He wasn\u2019t untouchable-not entirely.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After the game, Draven made a very unexpected move.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He openly offered to drive her home.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Everyone was stunned.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Nobody could figure out what he was thinking.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>James gave the biggest eye-roll in history. \u201cFive minutes ago, you barely looked at her. Now, you\u2019re playing chauffeur? Split personality much?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He wanted to keep complaining, but Herman dragged him away.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Will helped pull him off for good measure.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Blake was also surprised, but after hearing from Herman that Draven and Ayla were neighbors, she didn\u2019t think much of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla climbed into the passenger seat of Draven\u2019s car.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The car headed steadily toward Westhaven, Building 7, Unit 1.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>2\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>17:00 Fri, Dec 20\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 89 Why Were You Looking at Me?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Third time riding together-she was already used to sharing a confined space with him.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>410 Free Cons\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Halfway through the drive, a low, deep voice brushed her car. \u201cWhy were you looking at me earlier?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She turned-only to meet Draven\u2019s dark, unreadable eyes,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>They were stopped at a red light; he had the time to look at her fully, his expression calm but probing\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla said, \u201d Looking at you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>***\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen you came back after leaving with Troy, sitting on the bench.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla was stumped.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>At that moment, she had treated Draven like prey-her gaze probably sharper than she realized.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And he noticed.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Of course, he did. With someone as perceptive as Draven, even thinking about using him was asking for death.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The man was dangerous-too powerful to manipulate.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla chose respect-and distance instead.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour playing technique is impressive. I got a lot better today because you practiced with me. I wanted to see how you play-learn something.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Draven didn\u2019t buy a single word.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>That look she\u2019d given him earlier wasn\u2019t admiration-it was bold, predatory, almost like she wanted to pounce and tear into him.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Did he provoke her?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Or was she angry at him for standing on the sidelines?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Women never said what they actually meant.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Only nonsense came out of their mouths.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>An unexplainable irritation rose in his chest-though his expression never changed.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His gaze shifted downward to her side profile-specifically, to the small bandage on her neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He\u2019d noticed it the moment she returned.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat happened here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>3\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>17:08 Fri, Dec 26 JOM.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 89 Why Were You Looking at Me?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>+10 Free Coins\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>No one else had asked about the bandage-not James, not Will, not Blake. Ayla hadn\u2019t expected Draven to be the one curious.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She sure as hell wasn\u2019t going to tell the truth. \u201cMosquito bite.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis season doesn\u2019t have mosquitoes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Ayla was caught red-handed.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTroy hit you?\u201d Draven\u2019s tone went icy.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>If Troy was really that kind of trash, Draven would tell the old man himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>That was his plan, though he didn\u2019t even realize he was meddling.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Naturally, Ayla had no idea what he was thinking.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt wasn\u2019t him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>4\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>17:08 Fri, Dec 26 JOM.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen 89 \u00a0 Chapter 89 Why Were You Looking at Me?\u00a0 Chapter 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