Ayla chuckled.

"I'm not drunk.I can hold my drink," she said to Brian.

'You're not drunk?' Brian's eyebrows shot up.

He could clearly see that she was unable to stay sober now.

She had only drunk a few glasses of wine but had already been smashed.

"Drink with me," Ayla said, pouring a glass of wine and passing it to him.

She wanted to get drunk so that she wouldn't feel the pain or think about everything that happened in the past few days.

Brian took the glass and downed the drink wordlessly.

Ayla slipped her arms around his waist.

"You are a bad guy. A devil."

Saying this, she buried her face in his chest and sobbed.

He remained stoic.

It was not the first time he had heard words like this, and she was not the first one to say so.

He had started working as a teenager, and had lived a life that was as dangerous as walking on a knife.

If he hadn't become stronger than the others, he would have been trampled underfoot.

Or worse, ded "A baby is very important to me.You don't know that, do you? You must have no idea."

Tears streamed down Ayla's cheeks.

She couldn't forget the baby she had lost, no matter how hard she tried.She just couldn't.

Brian froze.

She was still thinking about the baby! But he didn't need it, and he knew that he wouldn't need it in the future either.

"I'm sorry.I'm sorry, baby.Mommy's really sorry for you," Ayla cried.

She then filled another glass and gulped it down.

When Anna heard of Brian's arrival, she went to his private room after work.She pushed the door open to find Ayla clinging to Brian's body.

He wasn't pushing her away.

'Such a tramp! Didn't she say she didn't want to sleep in the same room as Brian?' Anna seethed.

Anna had asked the driver what was going on with Ayla.

He had told her that Ayla had moved into the servants' house and that she didn't want to talk to Brian.But what was Anna seeing now? Ayla was shamelessly clinging on to Brian! 

"Brian," Anna called, walking over to them.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming today?"

came to see Arlene, so I drove her here.I

Brian continued drinking, Ayla's

there, staring

long time because of Ayla, and now

eat? I'll ask them to make it," Anna said, ignoring his

"Miss Anna, are you

Anna a

reached out to take it, but stopped just out

pants as the

said, shocked, the sound of the glass shattering almost sobering

clothes later.I think you should stop drinking," Brian

Ayla said rather

have money. You pay

"Okay," Brian said, nodding.

soon enough to say, "Brian, I think you should

what? The baby was doomed to be aborted.She has the title of Mrs.Clark.Does she want to own Brian now? Is this woman

sat on the couch and continued to drink until she couldn't sit upright

out a

you made up with

"No," Brian said shortly.

reconciling with Ayla.He just took what he wanted

her drink like that? It's not good for her health.She hasn't gotten much rest ever since the abortion.Right?" Anna

answer her.He wordlessly walked into the bathroom,

he walked out, to Anna asking him, "She still holds your heart, doesn't she? You haven't let her go.Am

special

woman to mess around with him, but that woman could do

with Brian for a long time, but she

think such questions are boring?" Brian

been here in a while.Is that why

shook her head and answered, "No.I

held up with work at the company and had gone back to the

way to the VIP room, and found a drunk Ayla curled up on

had followed him

and

"No, thanks."

picked Ayla up

did, Ayla snuggled into his chest, subconsciously wrapping her arms

"Are you going back?"

at

done this on

Brian nodded.

go.I'll come back to see

he carried Ayla out of the

room, caught sight of Brian walking towards the elevator,

She snorted.

to her, Ayla was a hypocrite and the

and if she hadn't insisted on keeping

Arlene had no choice but to stay here in

would leave this place one

Brian didn't make things difficult for her these days, he was still a devil that she couldn't

a man she wanted on her own conditions, and

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