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

keep watching him be this miserable all the time. As he looked at the direction where

forget her! Why can't you just move on from someone who doesn't even exist anymore! If you keep this up, you'll never get

a hard time

him, she still couldn't forget

believed that Ayla didn't deserve Brian's

say a word and just keep on walking.He hadn't

wooden sign also brought up

was so cruel that

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

rest of the night, Anna wasn't able to sleep. Brian was going to take the six

to send him off

years, she stayed by his side, but

desperate or disappointed. The engagement ring on her finger was just as

act, she took it seriously, so she wore this ring with pride all the time. Never

back seat of the car, Brian stared at

you sleep

her eyes, she didn't even get a

she asked in

two years, Brian

saw the woman who resembled Ayla last

was sitting on a sofa and reading a

Yareli was in the afternoon, so

on her

going

asked him

brought her some

out for something, and I just happened to buy your favorite

in a chipper mood because he knew that Brian had returned to A City, leaving Anna to stay for a few more days.Ayla took it

"Thank you."

them sat face to face

to eat

she had grown to like pure

the bitterness of her previous life,

Anna to a

by our company this time.I think they suit

for her size, and these clothes

"Thank you, Ms.Evans."

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

welcome.Our new employee, Wenny, is brimming with potential.For this cooperation,

chance because she had high hopes for

elegant and fashionable evening clothes in the

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