"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,"

to have to get used to this

began eating the sumptuous food prepared for them, but Ayla had lost her

forced herself to finish the food

dinner, Brian went to the living room, where there was a large-screen television mounted on the

he was watching a

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

to take it to the kitchen,

I'll clean the table. You can go and keep Mr.Clark

empty plate from her hand and replaced it

you can take it with you when you join

for the two of them to get to know

why he'd brought Mrs.Clark back and

and went to the living

softly, putting down the bowl of fruit on the table in front

was not used to living like this.She had so

phone and

"Here," he said.

and tell him how well you're

to disturb

made up her mind not to

to be the

coolly

that your duty now is to live here and act as a good

he mean

stared at him with her lips

endure his overbearing attitude and satisfy his needs?She found her

anyone, she had to drag her

had to pay

the week, she

until dawn,

in his office, was feeling

time

gone to the entertainment club, the staff members there informed

had taken

not trust Brian at

suffer, but he was willing to gamble on his company's

office, she saw that Toby was

the woman had left because she had

realize her fault? Had she decided on her own that she would no longer be a third party coming between them?

towards

"Toby," she said.

name, he came to his

here," he said, smiling at

ignoring her, because his mind and heart were full of

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

be working overtime so much? Dad and Mom hope you'll be able to

him to the sofa and handed him a bowl

warm soup.He said, "Don't worry.I'll come home early

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

helping to clean the

to, but still, she

in the living room with a book in

was getting drowsy when her mobile phone suddenly rang,

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