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.

just like what he did to her when they

her not to come tomorrow, not to resign.Don't be so

that Molly's words had a

told her that

her schedule

her bandaged hand, she thought that

her hand hurt, the pain in

heart apart, and she felt like it

the studio, he immediately opened the car door for

he asked, looking at

Ayla nodded.

for making you wait for so

him about

the car and drove back to the villa.Just as

greeted him.Then he looked at the

"Mrs.Clark has fallen asleep."

car door and looked at Ayla, who was sleeping

he noticed the bandage on

her in his arms and took

the warmth of

arms and changed into a

looked down and stared at her sleeping

would have thrown her away

now, he was reluctant to treat

heart that told him not to let her

"Mr.Clark, you're back."

and smiled when she

put Ayla down on the

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

his handsome face so close to

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

then abruptly sat up and pushed him

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

to fall asleep

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

he asked indifferently,

her hand and said, "It's nothing.I'm

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

don't think of going to work

was Brian's way of forcing

cup of warm water that Maria handed to her and took a big

have time to drink water or rest today, so she felt so

Maria asked as her gaze swept over

worried to see the tiredness

and urged Ayla to walk with

already put all the dishes she cooked on the table quickly before Brian

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

her

ordered without

the food in front

and ate with

his wife

an end to all these things, so she

that Brian finally raised his head and

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