After eating, Brian and Anna left the restaurant, while Toby and Molly found a table in one corner.

Molly was no longer in the mood.She had been wearing a sullen expression on her face.

Toby watched Brian and Anna leave together, looking very intimate, and his heart ached for Ayla.

Brian was dating another woman outside.

But what about her? She did not only have to work and make money, but she also had to be locked up by Brian in his villa.

She had no freedom at all.

Molly noticed that he looked restless, so she said, "Do you want to find that bitch right now? Okay, fine! Go ahead and look for her!"

She then grabbed her handbag and ran out of the restaurant without looking back.

Looking at the dishes that they hadn't eaten yet, Toby heaved a sigh.

He then took out some cash from his wallet, put it on the table, and followed her out.

"Molly, wait! Molly, please don't be angry."

He grabbed her.

"What? Why are you pulling me? If you want to find her, just go.You don't care about me anyway.Now, just tell me frankly.Who owns your heart? She or me?"

Molly raised her chin and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

She loved him so much, but he didn't care about her at all.

He only had Ayla in his heart and in his mind.

"Molly, let's not talk about this, okay? Let's just go home now."

Toby could neither lie nor tell her the truth, Ayla owned his heart, but Molly was his wife.

He was responsible for her, and he couldn't hurt her.

However, Ayla was suffering now.

To make him feel at ease and give up his promise to her, she lied to him.

She said that she was living a happy life, but she wasn't.

Did he make the wrong decision when he married Molly? But he would lose everything if he left the Smith family.

How could he give Ayla a good life if he had nothing? He left the city alone that year because he was afraid that she would suffer with him.

But now, he wanted to regret what he did.

If he had known that things would come to like this, he would have taken Ayla away back then.

"Tell me honestly, do you still miss her? Will you go and find her?"

Molly said, gripping his sleeve tightly.

Toby held Molly in his arms without saying a word.

He didn't know what to say because he couldn't answer her questions again.

couldn't stop missing, thinking, and

quickly pushed him

left there

was destined to hurt

he couldn't give

in her

on the sofa and watched the snow falling from

she seemed not satisfied, so she put on her down jacket and stood outside

little hand to catch the snowflakes and let them melt in her

beautiful they

would melt, and she had no

saw her stretching her hand out and catching

you doing here at this time of the

looked at

things? How could he suddenly appear here? He should have been angry with

you going

away and sat on

was only then that Ayla came

walked back to her room, closed the door of the balcony, and rubbed

you back so late? I thought you're not

"I can come back

have plans of

in the restaurant earlier, he

to see whether Ayla

"No, not at all."

her oversized plush slippers and

I'll make you something to

"Okay."

refuse

immediately went to the kitchen and heated

a bowl of rice for him and

he always preferred to eat rice every time he was at

soup in front of him, Brian remarked, "Your cooking

last time,

was her motivation, so she

that he was almost done, Ayla went back to the kitchen to

didn't want him to drink black coffee, but she couldn't go against his

put down his chopsticks and took the cup of coffee

had been observing him, and she noticed that he seemed to be

always feel the slightest change

went back upstairs while Ayla cleaned up

she was done, she also

was in his room, sitting on the sofa

stood at the door, hesitating

decided to

she had never been alone every

was no

Brian looked at her.

"I saw Mr.Brown today."

stopped her

wedding, she had been trying to forget

already married, and they couldn't

not that big, so it's not surprising that you run into each

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