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

asking her not to come tomorrow, not to

words had a great impact

her that

rest of her schedule remained the

bandaged hand, she thought that

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

heart apart, and she felt like

of the studio, he immediately opened the car door for

asked, looking at

Ayla nodded.

making you wait

already called Mr.Clark and told him about

then started the car and drove back to the villa.Just as he parked the car

Lyle greeted him.Then he looked at the

"Mrs.Clark has fallen asleep."

the car door and looked

thick brows furrowed when he

in his arms

felt the warmth

his arms and changed into

stared at her

he would have thrown her away

now, he was reluctant to

heart that told him not

"Mr.Clark, you're back."

to him and smiled when she saw Ayla in his

put Ayla down on the

back hit the

see his handsome face so close

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

sat up

to see me? If I have known it earlier, I should have let you sleep in

didn't mean to fall

was only then that Ayla realized that she had fallen asleep while Lyle was driving home.Did Brian carry her in?

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

hand and said,

her bandaged hand and the exhaustion on her face, he didn't believe her words

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

was Brian's way of forcing

warm water that Maria handed to her and took a

time to drink water or rest today,

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

she was worried to see

nodded and urged Ayla to walk with him

all the dishes she cooked on the table quickly before Brian

up the chopsticks, she felt a sharp pang

her a

without

continued eating the food in front of

and ate with her left

his

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

Brian finally raised