The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone)

Chapter 41: He Felt Sorry For Her 

In the afternoon, everyone of the studio was still busy with the photo shoot.

Ayla was injured, but she did her best to assist the photographer.

However, Molly seemed so determined to make things difficult for her.

She had so many complaints regarding the setup, the background, and everything.

Even the photographer felt that she was making nonsensical objections and inappropriate changes.

But what could they do? After all, she was a VIP customer.

Toby didn't try to approach Ayla again too.

But he would occasionally stop Molly from throwing tantrums.

He knew that he would only make things worse if he said something to stand up for Ayla.

Molly took time choosing her wedding dress in the morning, and she made a lot of changes during the photo shoot, so they had not finished the outdoor shots on time.

It was already late in the afternoon, but they had only done half of it.

"Toby, I'm so tired now.Can we just continue the shoot tomorrow? Anyway, our schedules are both free, right?"

Molly held Toby's arm intimately, acting like a spoiled brat in front of him.

- Toby couldn't help glancing at Ayla, who didn't look well at all.He knew that she was the most tired today, but he couldn't do anything for her.

 "Okay, let's call it a day."

He nodded in agreement.

"You! I don't want to see your face tomorrow.Don't come here,"

Molly suddenly said, glaring at Ayla.

"Molly?"

Toby looked at her in surprise.

He didn't expect that she would say such a thing.

She already made things difficult for Ayla the whole day.Was she not satisfied with it? Was she going to make Ayla lose her job? 

"Oh, Toby, do you feel sorry for her? You don't want her to lose her job, do you?"

Molly turned to look at him.

He didn't even hesitate to show that he still cared for Ayla.

Did he really have to be so partial in front of other people? 

Molly thought that all Ayla could do was make herself lock weak and delicate in front of men.

That bitch was just pretending to be pitiful.

Toby couldn't retort.

Indeed, he felt sorry for Ayla.

But how could he admit it in front of Molly? Things had changed between them.

like what he did

her not to come tomorrow, not to resign.Don't be so nervous.She won't lose

Molly's words had a great impact on Ayla's life

that she didn't have to come to work

the rest of her

thought that it

scald on her hand hurt, the

and she felt like it was too difficult to

coming out of the studio, he immediately opened the car door for

he asked, looking at her

Ayla nodded.

you wait for so

called Mr.Clark and told him about it," Lyle replied with a

the car and drove back to the villa.Just as he parked the car in the garage, Brian's car

he looked at the back

"Mrs.Clark has fallen asleep."

the car door and looked at Ayla,

thick brows furrowed when he noticed the bandage on

a frown, he carried her in his arms and took her

Ayla felt the warmth of his

nestled in his arms and

and stared at her

would have thrown her away and ignored

was reluctant to treat

something in his heart that told him

"Mr.Clark, you're back."

to him and smiled when she saw Ayla in

Ayla down on

soon as her back hit the soft fabric, she opened her

she was stunned to see his handsome

"You...I..." she stammered.

sat up

earlier, I should

mean to fall asleep

fallen asleep while Lyle was driving

to your hand?" he asked indifferently, looking at

hid her hand and

her

tell me, don't think of going

way of forcing

water that Maria handed to

water or rest

shall I set the table for dinner now?" Maria asked as her gaze swept

worried to see the tiredness on Ayla's

Ayla to walk with him to the

dishes she cooked on

up the chopsticks, she felt a sharp pang in her hand, so she dropped them

give her

without

the food in front of

took the spoon and ate with her left hand

and his wife in

an end to all these things, so she

then that Brian finally raised his head and looked

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