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.

was just missing. "Brian, enough! You've done too much for a

enough of seeing him like this. She would rather be in pain than to keep watching him be this miserable all the time. As he looked at the direction where the car had disappeared to, Brian

in front of him, Anna remarked, "Brian, just forget her! Why can't you

having a hard time

loved him, she still

that Ayla didn't deserve Brian's

not to say a word and just keep on walking.He

also

so cruel

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

able to sleep. Brian was going

to send him off

the past two years, she stayed by his side, but he never learned to love

once did she feel desperate or disappointed. The engagement ring on

so she wore this ring with pride all the time.

of the car, Brian stared at

didn't you sleep well last

eyes, she

you?" she asked in

two years,

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

Ayla was sitting on a sofa and reading a

classes today, and her appointment with Yareli was in the afternoon, so she had a lot of spare

knocked on her

going to

asked him to

had brought her some

I just happened to buy

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."

sat face

began to eat the cake

had grown to like pure coffee

previous life, coffee was no longer

drove Anna to a

by our company this time.I think they suit you very well.I

for her size, and these clothes were the

"Thank you, Ms.Evans."

graciously accepted her offer

new employee, Wenny, is brimming with potential.For this cooperation, I want

chance because she

and fashionable evening clothes in

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