After the dinner party, Brian and Anna strolled along the street as people passed by.

Holding his arm, she asked, "Brian, are you going back tomorrow?"

In all honesty, she didn't want him to leave yet.

If the company hadn't called, he might've stayed to accompany her to see the new designer before going back.

However, he delegated her the responsibility of overseeing the cooperation. "What's the matter? Don't you think it would be great for you if you stayed here for a few more days? You should take some time to relax."

Even though he felt nothing for her, he was still kind to her.

Their relationship remained the same throughout all these years. Anna didn't say anything.

Without him, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be empty.

As they stood by the river, they weren't that far away from Ayla.

But because the light was dim, they couldn't recognize each other.

For some reason, as Brian stood there, he felt an oddly familiar feeling.

But when he looked around, he saw nothing. Ayla leaned sideways then looked back at Lucas.

"We should go!"

She had received a call from Yareli, saying that today's fashion show and dinner party were both successful.

She also told her that they would arrange a meeting with the person in charge of the domestic partner company. Lucas and Ayla went to the car next to them.

Brian noticed her familiar figure.

"Ayla?" he murmured as he ran towards them.

Anna thought that she had just misheard him. Brian watched as the car drove away, fading from his sight.He didn't even get to see the license plate clearly.

After chasing it for a long time, the car eventually took a turn and disappeared.

"Brian, are you okay?"

Anna caught up with him, panting in exhaustion. "I saw her," he responded, catching his breath as he stood on the street. She pulled his arm and shouted, "Brian, you're mistaken.That can't be Ayla.She died two years ago!"

Why couldn't he just forget Ayla after all this time? During the past two years, whenever he saw anyone that remotely reminded him of Ayla on the road, he would try to chase them.

But each time, he just ended up being disappointed. Leaning against a lamppost, Brian thought, 'Yes, Ayla is dead.She died two years ago...' 

Despite that fact, he refused to give up.He never saw her corpse.

"Brian, enough! You've done too much for a dead

pain than to keep watching him be this miserable all

How could Ayla even be here?' Standing in front of him, Anna remarked, "Brian, just forget her! Why can't you

having a hard

even though she loved him,

believed that Ayla didn't deserve

to say a word and just keep on walking.He hadn't gone to the backyard of his villa ever

sign also brought up old wounds for

cruel that

dare to accept that woman because he was adamantly against falling in love with

night, Anna wasn't able to sleep. Brian was going to take

to send him off

years, she stayed by his side, but

she feel desperate or disappointed. The engagement ring on her finger

she took it seriously, so she wore this ring with pride

the back seat of the car, Brian

didn't you sleep

her eyes, she didn't

you?" she asked in

years, Brian

woman who resembled Ayla last night, he would have more sleepless

was sitting on a

was in the afternoon,

on her door.

you going to the

him to

had brought her some

out for something, and I just happened to buy your favorite cake," Lucas said

he knew that Brian had returned to A City, leaving Anna to stay

"Thank you."

face to

away, she began to eat the cake

reason, she had grown to like pure

it was due to the bitterness of her previous life, coffee was no longer as

Yareli drove Anna to a

Anna, these clothes are being marketed by our company this time.I think they suit

her size, and these

"Thank you, Ms.Evans."

didn't pretentiously refuse her, and just graciously accepted her

with potential.For this cooperation,

arranged this to provide Wenny with a chance because she had high hopes for this

the elegant and fashionable evening clothes

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