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

Arlene looked at the man sitting in the middle, and he immediately attracted her attention.

His handsome face and unruly temperament made her red lips curved into a charming smile.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" she asked.

As she spoke, her fair arms clung to his arm.

"Miss Arlene Woodsen?"

His voice was so cold that Arlene felt like she froze for a moment.

Her brows furrowed, wondering how did this man know her real name.

She had always used the name Lene everywhere.

Even when she went abroad and went back, she had used the same name.

If this man knew who she was, it meant that he had investigated her.

But she didn't want to confirm her real identity to him.

"Sir, my name is Lene."

She smiled seductively and leaned over to him.

"Really? Your father mustn't have told you who I am."

Brian pushed Arlene away.

His sharp and deep-set eyes glared at her as if he could already see through her.

"Who...who are you?" she couldn't help asking.

She had never been a curious person, but this time, he aroused the spirit of inquiry in her.

"Miss Woodsen, let me tell you this.Your father helped you escape from my control and let your so-called sister be your substitute.Have you been living a comfortable and contented life since then? Enjoying your freedom? I heard that you come here almost every day.Should I thank you?"

Brian said coldly without taking his gaze away from her.

He noticed that the expression on her beautiful face slightly changed.

Was it fear? Back then, was she so scared of him that she let someone replace her? She must be very happy after that.

"You...you are Mr.Clark?"

Arlene's face turned deathly pale, and she leaned against the sofa feebly.

For a moment, she was too shocked to move.

She knew that Brian was so powerful, so she thought that he was a bad old man.

It never occurred to her that he was young, handsome, and so mature.

If she had known, she would never have refused to take the crown as Mrs.Clark.

"So you know me.That's good then.You must also know why I've asked you to come here, right?"

looked at her carefully, studying her

a lot

was like the female version of

Ayla, on the other hand, didn't

"I...actually don't know."

investigated her, Arlene didn't think that he asked her to come here to make her his legitimate

the real daughter of the Woodsen family, it is

looking

isn't she? Can't she satisfy you, Mr.Clark? Well, I must not be surprised.That woman has always been lifeless since she was a

when she suddenly remembered

believed that Ayla was a

her back to their home, her mother wouldn't have died

expressions changed upon hearing what she

Woodsen family, so they sent

would she take Arlene's identity

no, maybe I should just call you Lene.Do you think I

her and added coldly, "All I need is for you to

make money.But if you don't mind, I'll serve you well tonight.I'm sure you will be satisfied.What

caressed his handsome 

here every night will definitely need it," he said coldly, shaking

want me to be a bar girl?"

she

she flirted with different men, not any man could just touch

least you're smart enough to

hated being deceived and

Ayla conspired to do such things to

"No way!"

Ayla as her substitute before because she

needed to be free to enjoy her time, her youth, and

not up

the sofa

he also wouldn't let Ayla

didn't do anything wrong, so they

wished and could

it! Mr.Clark, if my father owes you money, go to him and ask him to

would never agree to become a

had high ambitions

a rich man she

and let

believed in her own

will let go

known

for a man like him, it was impossible for her

so easily, then she would

and

it, two burly figures stood

have to let me go.Ayla can also do

was only then that she

on the outside, but she knew

could not afford

do whatever I want to her.But you are different.You are the real daughter of