The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone)

Chapter 67: She Is Desperate 

With Brian's arrangement, the doctor immediately performed the ligation procedure on Ayla.

A week after her operation, she was discharged from the hospital and went back to the villa.

As soon as she entered the living room, there was no expression on her pale face.

For her, even though she was still alive, her heart had died.

And she would never return to her old self.

Maria helped her to go upstairs.

But when they reached her room, she stopped at the door.

"Maria, help me pack my things.I'll move to the servants' house," she said.

Brian just stood behind them and didn't say a word.

Maria turned her head and glanced at him, hoping to hear his objection.But since he didn't, she went in and started packing Ayla's stuff.

During the entire week that Ayla was in the hospital, Brian stayed with her.

But the two of them hadn't spoken a word, so they never talked about the divorce she requested before.

Now that she wanted to move to the servants' house, it only meant that she was not interested in the title of Mrs.Clark anymore.

She probably even disdained it.

So he didn't object or force her to stay in the villa.

But it didn't mean that he would let her go.

The condition of the servants' house of course was not as good as that of the main villa.

Her room in this house was small and not as warm as the room Ayla used to live in.

"Mrs.Clark, are you sure you want to stay here?"Maria asked.

Ayla had not fully recovered yet, so she was worried that it wasn't suitable for Ayla to live in this house.

Ayla smiled at the older woman and said, "Well, it's pretty good here.And from now on, don't call me Mrs.Clark anymore.Just call me Lala."

After everything that happened, she wanted to let go of everything that Brian gave her.They didn't belong to her in the first place.

Maria nodded and said, "Okay, Lala.Go to bed and have a rest now."

She knew that Ayla was a stubborn woman.

But after what she had witnessed, she didn't know if Ayla was lucky or not to meet Brian.

Ayla had been through a lot.

And to help her feel at ease, Maria agreed to her request.

From now on, she was just Ayla Woodsen.

Brian looked at Maria, who was standing in front of him.

He then said, "If she wants to stay in the servants' house, let her.

Just continue taking care of her daily life, but let her clean up the main villa."

"But Mr.Clark, Mrs.Clark still needs rest."

Maria realized that Brian was also a little softhearted.

Although he didn't admit it, she knew that he also cared for Ayla.

These two people actually had a chance to be happy together.

But now that something like this happened to Ayla, she might already find it difficult to have feelings for him.

"Okay, let's wait until she recovers."

Brian then turned around and went upstairs.

Ayla had been staying in her room for three days now.She didn't do anything, not even sleep.

"Lala, time for dinner."

Maria walked into the room with a tray of food in her hands.

Although Ayla moved to the servants' house, she still prepared food for Ayla just like before.

Ayla took the bowl of soup and drank a few mouthfuls.

Then she said, "I'm full.Take them away."

"Lala, you need to eat more.You have to keep your good health.Otherwise, you will suffer a lot in the future."

Seeing that she only drank a few mouthfuls of soup, Maria tried to urge her to eat more.

"No, I'm alright.By the way, I want to go out today."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Ayla took a coat.

Maria could only watch her helplessly.She didn't want to eat, and Maria couldn't force her.

Ayla could still go out because Brian didn't restrict her movements.

In fact, he let Lyle drive for her and take her wherever she wanted to go.

Maria accompanied her this time.

They went to a baby shop and bought several baby clothes.

After that, she didn't go anywhere else, so they just returned to the villa.

In the evening, Ayla borrowed a small shovel from the gardener, dug a pit next to the servants' house, and buried all the clothes she bought today.

She also erected a wooden tablet in the middle, but she didn't write anything there.Her heart still felt so heavy.

This was the only thing she could do for her unborn child.

Maria, who had been standing aside, offered to help her.

However, she refused.

When Ayla went back to her room, she said to Maria, "You can go back to your room and have a rest.You don't have to always stay with me.I have promised Mr.Clark that those things won't happen again, so you don't have to worry about me."

When she buried all the baby clothes just now, she also buried both her baby and her heart.

From now on, she was nothing but just a living dead.

Brian returned to the villa more often than usual.

But Ayla tried her best not to see him.

Every time he was home, she stayed in the servants' house or in the garden.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room and reading the newspaper, he asked Maria, "What is she doing?"

"Mrs.Clark is in the garden.But she has cooked today's lunch."

Maria was aware that Ayla was deliberately avoiding Brian.

That was why Ayla left before he went downstairs.

"Okay."

He then stood up and walked towards the dining room.

In the garden, Ayla looked at the withered flowers and plants that had been covered by thick snow.

Without any trace of emotions on her face, she cut them off little by little.

Her hands had already been red.

If she stayed longer in the cold, her hands would get frostbite.

But she seemed not to care at all.

Today was Saturday, so she knew that Brian was at home.She actually didn't want to see him, but she remembered that she had something to tell him.

Brian was in the study, sitting at his desk.

His slender and clean fingers were tapping on the keyboard at a fast speed.

He looked very busy.

Ayla went back to the villa and personally made coffee for him.

Then she went to the study and knocked on the door.

"Mr.Clark, may I come in?"

"Yes," he replied in a low voice without raising his head.

Ayla entered and said, "Your coffee."

She stood beside his desk and put down the cup of coffee.

"What's the matter?"

He knew that she wouldn't want to see him, let alone take the initiative to see him if it wasn't something important.

"I want to go back to school next semester," Ayla directly said.

It was only then that Brian raised his head and looked at her.

"Well, you can go if you want.But there are some things that I don't want to happen again."

"I understand.You can rest assured.Well, that's all I want to say.I won't bother you anymore."

Just as she turned around, she was surprised when her slender waist was suddenly clasped by a strong arm.

"Mr.Clark..." She already knew what it meant.

Alas, there were really some things that she couldn't escape.

"Come to my room tonight."

Brian had given Ayla enough time.

He never stopped her from doing what she wanted to do.

Now it was time for her to repay him.

Ayla reluctantly nodded.

"Okay."

He let go of her and continued with his work.He didn't look at her again.

It was a cold winter night, and a gust of cold wind blew outside.

Ayla took a shower, put on her nightgown, and walked to the main villa.

She went straight to Brian's room.

The door was ajar, and in the dim light, she saw him standing in front of the French window, smoking.

She walked in and stood behind him.

The room temperature was just right, so it was comfortable.

She took the initiative to take off her thin silk nightgown and wrapped her slender arms around his waist.

"I'm here, Mr.Clark."

Brian opened the window and tossed the cigarette butt outside.

"You came on time."

He turned around and looked at her.

Compared to before, he could tell that she had lost a lot of weight.

She didn't have much flesh in the past, but now she had become bony.

"I can only obey you, can't I?"

This was Ayla's fate.And since Brian wanted to keep her alive, and she had to live such a humble life, she had no choice but to accept it.Brian raised his hand, held her chin, and said, "You are too thin.It doesn't look good."

"Then don't touch me if you are not satisfied with me."

He knew that she took the initiative to get close to him, not because she loved him but because she hated him.So he chuckled lightly and said, "Do you think I asked you to come here just to check on you?"

He then picked her up and threw her on the big bed.

Resisting the urge to throw up, she smiled at him and said, "Please hurry up then."

She hoped that he would have sex with her quickly.

Anyway, it didn't mean anything to her now, so she wouldn't feel anything.

"You can't wait, huh?"

Brian pursed his lips as he wrapped his slender and fair arms around her shoulders.