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.

protect Ayla just like what he did to her when they

not to resign.Don't be so nervous.She won't

knew that Molly's words had a great impact on Ayla's life and

her that she didn't have to come to

the rest of her schedule remained

hand, she thought that it was also a good

although the scald on her hand hurt, the pain in her heart was

tearing her heart apart, and she felt like

moment Lyle saw Ayla coming out of the studio, he immediately opened

he asked,

Ayla nodded.

you wait for so

Mr.Clark and told him about

back to the villa.Just as he parked the car

he looked

"Mrs.Clark has fallen asleep."

car door and looked at Ayla,

when he noticed the bandage

his arms and took her

felt the warmth of

in his arms and changed into a more comfortable

and stared

would have thrown her away and

now, he was reluctant to

something in his heart that told him not to let

"Mr.Clark, you're back."

smiled when

put Ayla down on the

as soon as her back hit the soft fabric, she

she was stunned to see his

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

up

scared to see me? If I have known it earlier, I should have let you sleep in the car." Brian got angry upon seeing

didn't mean to fall asleep in

that Ayla realized that she had fallen asleep while Lyle was driving home.Did Brian

happened to your hand?" he asked indifferently, looking at her

and said,

her face, he didn't believe her

don't tell me, don't think of going

of forcing

water that Maria handed to her

or rest today, so she felt so

shall I set the table for dinner now?" Maria asked

see the

to walk with him

on the table quickly before Brian

a sharp pang in her hand, so she dropped them to

her a

without

continued eating the food in

the spoon and ate with her

met Mr.Brown and his wife in the

put an end to all these things, so she decided to tell

then that Brian finally raised his head and

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