The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone)
Chapter 177: She Didn't Want Him To Understand Her Feelings

Chapter 177: She Didn't Want Him To Understand Her Feelings 

She was right.

It was true that they were standing next to each other right now, but her heart and soul were distant.Itwas as if they were thousands of miles apart.

Brian didn't like how it felt.

Normally, he could control anything, but for some reason, he could never control her.She was the onlyperson who refused to be controlled."Ayla, I really want to see what's in your heart,"

Brian said as he looked into her eyes.

Ayla just smirked at him.

"You wouldn't want to know what lies beneath the darkness of this heart, Mr.Clark."

If he had understood how she felt two years ago, things wouldn't have ended up this way.There was noway he could understand her heart.

And knowing that her heart was once again giving into him, she didn't want him to understand.

"You are not me.How the heck would you know whether I want to or not?"

'This woman is so self-righteous.When did she learn to be this way?"Because I know you well," shesaid.

Ayla raised her head to look at his face.

Indeed, she knew him well.

If he ever found out that he had finally succeeded in winning over her heart again, would he once againdrive her away like what he did two years ago? She would rather stay with him, arguing every singleday with each other, than be worlds away from him.Brian heard those words come out of her mouth.

It might be true that she knew him all too well, but she didn't dare to fall in love with him.

And even if she had fallen in love with him again, she would rather keep those feelings suppressed

"Should I be satisfied with what we have now? '' he thought.

Being subjected to his deep gaze made Ayla feel a bit uncomfortable, so she stared at the floor and hisshiny black shoes instead.

"Why did you suddenly stop talking? Weren't you showing me how eloquent you've become?"

He had thought that she had learned to be witty, but it turned out that she was still the same as sheused to be.

Then, he eyed her from head to toe.She looked so gorgeous in her deep V-neck dress, but he didn'twant her wearing something like this.

Because he wanted to enjoy her beauty alone.

He wanted to have every fiber of her being to himself.

Today, her beauty was ethereal.

When he saw a group of men staring at her, he got upset.

Taking a step back, Ayla said, "I want to go."

"But we haven't had dinner yet.Where do you want to go? Why? You can't wait to go back and have agood time with me, can you?" Brian remarked.

"Isn't there anything else that goes on in that head of yours? You shouldn't assume that everyone is likethat, alright?"

As Ayla looked at him, she felt helpless.

"Like what?"

He was pretending to be ignorant.He was a man, and she was a woman.

On top of that, they were living under the same roof.

If nothing were to happen between them, he would doubt his own masculinity.

Ayla sat on the leather sofa.

"I have no idea!""Is that so?"

A smile appeared at the corners of his lips as he sat next to her, pulling her into his arms.

Passionately, he pressed his lips against hers.

All of a sudden, they heard a knock coming from the door of the private room before it was pushedopen.

Before she could push him away, the waiter came in with their order.

"Mr.Clark." The waiter placed the dishes on the table one by one.

"Thank you.You can leave now" Brian said those words, still holding onto Ayla.

‘Couldn't they pick a better time tocome in?"Yes, sir."

At once, the waiter left the room.Nobody would dare to get on Brian's bad side.

If someone were to do so, they would definitely lose their job.

Ayla pushed him away.

"Mr.Clark, I'm hungry."

"Then let's eat!"

He then stood up and sat at the opposite side of the table.In reality, she wasn’t that hungry yet.She justwanted him to get off her.

To be honest, she didn't have any appetite anymore, especially because of the fact that he was staringat her so intently.

When the two of them finished dinner, they weren't in a hurry to leave.

Ayla stood in front of the window, and Brian stood beside her.

The overlooking of the entire city was truly a sight to behold.It was only during times like this could shefeel a bit of peace.

"Aren't you planning to go home yet?" Brian looked at her.

"Do you plan to spend the night here? That's fine. They have guest rooms upstairs."

Hearing that, Ayla turned to him, and replied, "Let's head back!"

She was worried that if she stayed the night here, she wouldn't be able to sleep well.

Going back to the apartment was the better choice.Meanwhile, Yareli was standing in front of thewindow of her hotel room, thinking of her encounter with Hayden today.

Before, she didn't want to go to Antawood because she was afraid of running into him.

Unfortunately, she still ended up meeting him.

Back then, she loved this man so much that she sacrificed a great deal of things for him.

Sadly, he abandoned her without a second thought.

She admitted that part of the reason she abandoned her daughter was due to her hatred ofHayden.However, when she finally calmed down, she went back to look for her daughter, but the childwas nowhere to be found.

For so many years, she didn't hear any news about her daughter.She had spent years trying to look forthe child, but it was all in vain.And now, Hayden had asked her about their child.

But did it even matter anymore? The child had been missing for decades.

Didn't he already have a daughter? He also had a wife! Wasn't he satisfied with what he had? ‘But whatabout me?’ thought Yareli.She was all alone.

All she wanted to do was to replace her daughter before she could leave this world.

Whether it was good or bad news, she wanted to know about it.Yareli gulped down the wine in herglass.

Maybe it was due to her sore eyes, or perhaps the alcohol was too strong that it made her eyes well upwith tears.

Silently, tears rolled down her cheeks.

For more than twenty years, ever since she got pregnant and separated from Hayden, she had neveronce shed a tear.

That was because she vowed that she would never again shed a single tear for any man.

But right now, she was feeling so heartbroken.

In the business world, she was one of the strongest women.

But that didn't matter in the end, because she had nothing.It was only now that she realized what reallymattered in her life.

As long as she could be with her daughter, her career and accolades could disappear.

Even if she was still just a waitress, she would be the happiest woman in the world.Sadly, it was toolate.She wouldn't be able to change anything now.

All of a sudden, her phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, she answered it right away.

"Hello."

"Ms.Evans, I'm from the detective agency.You told me to investigate the whereabouts of your daughterbefore, remember? We found someone who matches the description.Would you like to see her?" Theman's voice was familiar to her.

Although the detective had never brought her to the right person, she still held on to a tiny spark ofhope.

"How about tomorrow?" Yareli decided that she wanted to see the girl.

Besides, she had planned to stay here for a few more days.It would be good to see her, even if thechances of the girl being her daughter were slim.

"Great! I'll arrange the time and place.Shall we meet around three in the afternoon at the DandelionCafe? Would that be fine?" the detective asked.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," Yareli agreed.

Meanwhile, Ayla had just gotten back to the apartment.

As soon as she entered the room, she slumped onto the sofa.

Brian threw away his coat, and asked, "What? Are you tired already? You haven't pleasured me yet."

"Can't I just sit here and get a little bit of rest?" Ayla closed her eyes.

There was no rule in this house that she had to serve him like he was her master the second she hadgotten home.