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

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.

he couldn't protect Ayla just like what he did to her

worry.I'm just asking her not to come tomorrow, not to resign.Don't

had a great impact on Ayla's

clocked out, the manager told her that she

her

bandaged hand, she thought that it was also

scald on her hand hurt, the pain in her

she felt

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

okay?" he asked, looking

Ayla nodded.

fine.Sorry for making you wait

Mr.Clark and told him about

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

he looked at the back

"Mrs.Clark has fallen asleep."

opened the car door and looked at Ayla, who was

when he

her in his arms and took her inside

the warmth

nestled in his arms and changed into a more comfortable

looked down and stared at

this was in the past, he would have

was reluctant

something in his heart that told

"Mr.Clark, you're back."

walked up to him and smiled when

down on the

her back hit the soft

see his

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

abruptly sat up and pushed him

I have known it earlier, I should have let you sleep in the car." Brian got angry

didn't mean to fall

that she had fallen asleep while Lyle was driving

he asked indifferently, looking at

hid her hand and

exhaustion on her face, he didn't

you don't tell me, don't think of going to work from now

way of forcing

that Maria

or rest today,

table for dinner now?" Maria asked as her gaze swept over Brian and

to see the tiredness

urged Ayla to walk with him to the dining

the dishes she cooked on the table quickly before Brian and

chopsticks, she felt a sharp pang in

her a

without raising his

eating the food in front

spoon and ate with

and his wife

end to all these things, so she

 It was only then that Brian finally raised his head and looked at