The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone)
Chapter 52: She Doesn't Hate Him That Much

Chapter 52: She Doesn't Hate Him That Much 

Ayla was in a light trance.

Yes, she had been thinking when Brian would come home.

But she didn't expect that it would be at this time.And it seemed that he had been there for a while.Itwas just that she didn't notice him.

"You're back."

She finally managed to greet him after standing there in a daze for a long time.

Brian glanced at the snowman coldly before he turned to look at Ayla's flushed face.

"Do you still want to play?"

Of course, she wanted to play wildly in the snow for a long time.But when she looked at his cold eyes,she could only shake her head.

Without saying a word, he held her cold hand and took her back into the villa.The villa had a heatingsystem, so the inside was more comfortable.

Brian took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa casually.

His gaze swept over the flowers on the side table, which added warmth in the living room even in thecold winter.

Ayla had really taken this place as her home.She had added a woman's touch to this cold and emptyvilla.

But he wasn't angry at all.He didn't seem to hate such a change.

As long as she didn't cross his bottom line, he would let her do whatever she wanted.

After all, he believed that she would never go too far.

"Mr.Clark, what do you want to drink?" Ayla asked.

Standing aside, she felt that the atmosphere around them was a little depressing.

"Coffee," Brian replied without even looking at her.

His eyes were fixed on the TV screen.

She glanced at him and asked tentatively, "Can you drink something else instead?"

His face looked tired.It seemed like he hadn't taken a good rest recently.

"No," he directly refused.

"But I think..."

He turned his head and glared at her.

Such a sharp gaze made her swallow the rest of the words she wanted to say.

Ayla turned around and walked to the kitchen.

"Does Mr.Clark want to drink coffee?"

Maria immediately asked upon seeing her.

"Yes." She nodded helplessly.

"Mr.Clark has always liked coffee," Maria explained.

Of course, she knew why Ayla looked unhappy.

Ayla looked at the boiling coffee in front of her and murmured, "Drinking too much coffee is not good forhis health."

She wanted to stop him from drinking coffee because she cared for his health.

It was for his own good.

"Let me do it" she volunteered with a smile.

But instead of making coffee, she made him a cup of honey citron tea.

She knew the consequences of disobeying him, but she had to do it.

When Ayla put down the cup on the tea table in front of Brian, he looked at the steaming liquid with afrown.

"What is this?"

"It's honey citron tea," she answered honestly.

He worked too hard and often drank alcohol until late at night.

These were not healthy habits, so she thought that honey citron tea was more suitable for him.

"I want coffee."

It was already good enough that he didn't sweep the cup in front of him off the floor.

However, Ayla insisted on letting him drink the tea, so the two of them were in a stalemate.

At this moment, Maria walked out of the kitchen and said, "Mr.Clark, Mrs.Clark prepared the teaespecially for you.Drinking and smoking will harm your stomach.This kind of tea is good for yourhealth."

Looking at Ayla, Brian snapped, "I don't need it."

He had never needed such care.He could do whatever he wanted.

Maria picked up the cup of tea on the tea table.

"All right.Mr.Clark, I'll bring you a cup of coffee then."

Ayla didn't refute anymore.

Pursing her lips, she thought, ‘'Such a self-righteous man.Fine! Just keep on drinking coffee.It's as darkand bitter as you anyway"

She then turned around to go upstairs.

Watching her receding back, Brian thought inwardly, ‘'She's getting more and more grumpy.Is itbecause I'm being too tolerant of her?’'

Since he was a child, no one had ever cared for him.

And now that he had become a capable man, he didn't need it, especially from people not important tohim like Ayla.

Ayla sat on the sofa in her room, feeling strange.

Brian used to do whatever he wanted, and she shouldn't care about it.But why was she so upset now?Well, maybe she only felt this way because he hadn't come home for a long time.

The door in her room was ajar, so when Brian passed by her room, he saw her sitting on the sofa, lostin thought.

He wondered what she could be thinking.

"You don't want to see me, or you want to care about me?" he asked lightly, leaning against thedoorframe.

Ayla almost jumped out of the sofa when she heard his voice.

For more than half a month, she had been looking forward to seeing him.

But now that he was here, she felt ataloss.

"You don't need other people's care at all."

Because if he needed it, he shouldn't have insisted on drinking coffee just now.Brian shrugged.

"Yes, you are right."

He walked into the room.

"Don't expect that you are special to me." Ayla looked at him.

"I've never thought that way."

She didn't need to be special to him.

The reason why she was trying to make him happy was that she wanted to be free.

She thought that if he was always in a good mood, there might be hope that he would let go of her.

Ayla had gotten so used to this villa that she thought she could stay here for the rest of her life.

But she felt that this was not what she wanted.

Maybe sometimes she felt that it would be nice to stay here without thinking about anything.

However, she knew that she didn't belong here.

"I like the way you know how to behave yourself." Brian walked up to her and wrapped his armsaround her waist.

"I've been away for so many days.Were you lonely?" She smiled bitterly.

Her heart was empty now.

How could she understand what loneliness was? Ayla read an article about Toby and Molly recently.

They were living a good and happy life.

Looking at their photos, she could say that they were really a perfect match.

"Your smile is not sincere." He could see through her.

"You shouldn't have asked me then."

She looked up at him.

His face was so cold.But he was still so handsome that women could easily fall for him.

And what about her? Would she also fall in love with him? Or she had fallen in love with him already.

Ayla shook her head hard.

She must be going crazy.

How could she ask herself such a question? She would never fall in love with him.

All of a sudden, Brian pushed her hard to the bed.

"Then you should not forget what you have to do."

It made her remember that night when he was like crazy.

She thought she was going to die that time.

But then, she started unbuttoning his shirt.

She already knew what to do.

In the past half a month that he was away, she told herself that she had to learn to be his woman.

Her hands were slightly trembling, so she had difficulty unbuttoning his shirt.

She almost wanted to give up.

When his tall body covered hers, he was so close to her, and his warm breath brushed her face.It madeher unable to breathe steadily.

"We've done this many times.You still haven't learned how to do it?"

Brian felt particularly happy upon looking at her flustered expression.

Ayla lowered her hands, feeling frustrated.

"No." She failed him.

"Any woman will please you more than me, right?"

She turned her head away and looked at the snow outside the window.

Brian reached out and held her chin.Her words sounded so bitter, but she was right.

All the women he had slept with were more charming and alluring.

But he didn't know why he missed her so much.

No one said a word.

She only felt cold for a moment.

Then the next second, they were entangled tightly.The heat of his body sent warmth to her heart.Thetemperature outside was freezing.

But inside the room, it kept on rising and rising.Brian didn't get up from her bed after having sex withher.

It was way smaller, and not as comfortable as his, but he wanted to stay here a little longer.It seemedthat there was a fresh and charming fragrance that attracted him.