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

Chapter 32: The Wife's Duty 

"What do you think? Mrs.Clark, are you satisfied?" said a voice from behind Ayla.

It was Brian.She turned to face him.Her expression was wary.

"Mr.Clark, what do you want?"

"What do you think?" Brian said softly, moving closer to her.

He lifted her chin, tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.

"I can return to the entertainment club.I can keep washing dishes," Ayla offered.

Brian shook his head adamantly.

"No.You don't have to go back.Your sweetheart has spent a lot of money to get you out of that place and allow you to continue being Mrs.Clark.Do you want to let him down?" She said nothing.

Brian added, "So from now on, you live here.Get used to it."

He stepped back and turned away from her, walking into his own bedroom, which was the master room on the other side of the hallway.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, Ayla walked inside her room.

She gazed at the pretty purple bed sheets, the gauzy beige curtains, and the pure white wardrobe and dresser.

It was a lovely, feminine room.

She couldn't believe she would be living here.

She felt as though she didn't deserve this.

She wandered out to the private balcony, which overlooked the lawn.

She spent the rest of the afternoon seated on a lounge chair, enjoying the sunlight and the breeze and the gorgeous view of colorful flowers strewn over the grass.

The sun was setting when she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," she called.

Maria entered.

"Mrs.Clark, dinner is ready," she said respectfully.

Ayla took a last look at the beautiful orange sky.She smiled to herself.

"Thanks, I'll be right down."

She entered the dining room to find Brian already seated at the head of the table, reading a newspaper.

She stopped near the doorway and said, "Hello, Mr.Clark."

He gave her an impatient look.

"Well, don't just stand there.Do you need me to invite you to sit down?"

He put down the newspaper beside him and gave her a cold look.

She hurried to the table and sat down.

The atmosphere in the dining room was so tense she didn't even dare to glance at him.

being so scared," he

going to have to get used to this

for them, but Ayla

food so he wouldn't snap at her

the living room, where there was a large-screen television mounted

and saw that he was

this, and as long as he was in there, she didn't want to enter the living

it to the kitchen, but Maria suddenly appeared

clean the table. You

empty plate from her hand

snack.Go on, you can take it with you

trying to create opportunities for the two of them to get to know

which was why he'd brought Mrs.Clark back and arranged for her to live

a deep breath and went to the

softly, putting down the bowl of

like this.She had so many

brought out a phone and handed it to

"Here," he said.

and tell him how well

I don't want to disturb

made up her mind not to disturb

not want to be the other woman

coolly

in mind that your duty now is to live

duty? What did he

at him with

her situation helpless and painful, and she

said he did not like spending the whole night with anyone, she

she had to pay for

of the week, she

until

his office,

been a long time since he negotiated with

the entertainment club, the staff members there informed him

Brian had

trust

was

the office, she saw that Toby was deep

Molly frowned, wondering if the woman had left because she

her own that she

towards the

"Toby," she said.

name,

here," he said,

ignoring her, because his mind and heart were full of thoughts

you," she said, holding up a bag in her

to be working overtime so much? Dad and Mom hope you'll be able to spend more time with

to the sofa and handed him a

drinking the warm soup.He said, "Don't worry.I'll

loving Lala, he couldn't forget his duties towards Molly

to clean the villa, she considered her dream of returning to

but still, she couldn't stop

sat alone in the living room with a book in her

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