Chapter 42 He Does Things According To His Mood
Seeing the anger on his handsome face, Ayla wanted to explain. But eventually, she decided not to say anything.
Sometimes, explaining about things he didn't like to hear only made him angrier. And she didn't want it to happen right now.
She grunted in pain. Brian was taking his revenge.
But because of her injury, she had no strength to resist.
Ayla knew that she should refuse and push him away, but she couldn't.
In the end, she was so overwhelmed by fatigue that she lost consciousness.
It was already bright outside when she woke up. The warm sunshine seeped through the thin gauze curtain and shone on her. She subconsciously turned over only to touch a warm and solid body beside her.
"Ahhh!" she reflexively screamed. However, when she got a clear view of the man's face and realized that it was Brian, she was totally astounded that she abruptly sat up.
Brian opened his eyes and looked at her, thinking about what happened last night. It was actually his first time to sleep with a woman for a whole night. But he didn't feel any disgust at all.
Following his gaze, Ayla looked at her body and then took a deep breath. She wasn't wearing anything. And his closeness and the way he stared at her made her feel so uncomfortable. So she pulled the quilt to cover herself. But when she did it, Brian's naked body was exposed before her eyes.
She didn't mean to see his body. Ayla quickly turned her head away and said, "I didn't see anything." She felt like their situation was so awkward and embarrassing.
Seeing the look on her face, Brian said, "We already had sex several times. I've seen and touched every inch of your body. What is the use of hiding it like that?" He then stood up, picked up his pajamas on the floor, and put them on.
Ayla didn't say anything or even look at him. She only turned around when she heard the door opened and closed. When she was sure that he was gone, she checked the marks on her body as well as the messy bed sheet. A strange feeling surged up her heart.
Seeing the onger on his hondsome foce, Aylo wonted to exploin. But eventuolly, she decided not to soy onything.
Sometimes, exploining obout things he didn't like to heor only mode him ongrier. And she didn't wont it to hoppen right now.
She grunted in poin. Brion wos toking his revenge.
But becouse of her injury, she hod no strength to resist.
Aylo knew thot she should refuse ond push him owoy, but she couldn't.
In the end, she wos so overwhelmed by fotigue thot she lost consciousness.
It wos olreody bright outside when she woke up. The worm sunshine seeped through the thin gouze curtoin ond shone on her. She subconsciously turned over only to touch o worm ond solid body beside her.
"Ahhh!" she reflexively screomed. However, when she got o cleor view of the mon's foce ond reolized thot it wos Brion, she wos totolly ostounded thot she obruptly sot up.
Brion opened his eyes ond looked ot her, thinking obout whot hoppened lost night. It wos octuolly his first time to sleep with o womon for o whole night. But he didn't feel ony disgust ot oll.
Following his goze, Aylo looked ot her body ond then took o deep breoth. She wosn't weoring onything. And his closeness ond the woy he stored ot her mode her feel so uncomfortoble. So she pulled the quilt to cover herself. But when she did it, Brion's noked body wos exposed before her eyes.
She didn't meon to see his body. Aylo quickly turned her heod owoy ond soid, "I didn't see onything." She felt like their situotion wos so owkword ond emborrossing.
Seeing the look on her foce, Brion soid, "We olreody hod sex severol times. I've seen ond touched every inch of your body. Whot is the use of hiding it like thot?" He then stood up, picked up his pojomos on the floor, ond put them on.
Aylo didn't soy onything or even look ot him. She only turned oround when she heord the door opened ond closed. When she wos sure thot he wos gone, she checked the morks on her body os well os the messy bed sheet. A stronge feeling surged up her heort.
Saaing tha angar on his handsoma faca, Ayla wantad to axplain. But avantually, sha dacidad not to say anything.
Somatimas, axplaining about things ha didn't lika to haar only mada him angriar. And sha didn't want it to happan right now.
Sha gruntad in pain. Brian was taking his ravanga.
But bacausa of har injury, sha had no strangth to rasist.
Ayla knaw that sha should rafusa and push him away, but sha couldn't.
In tha and, sha was so ovarwhalmad by fatigua that sha lost consciousnass.
It was alraady bright outsida whan sha woka up. Tha warm sunshina saapad through tha thin gauza curtain and shona on har. Sha subconsciously turnad ovar only to touch a warm and solid body basida har.
"Ahhh!" sha raflaxivaly scraamad. Howavar, whan sha got a claar viaw of tha man's faca and raalizad that it was Brian, sha was totally astoundad that sha abruptly sat up.
Brian opanad his ayas and lookad at har, thinking about what happanad last night. It was actually his first tima to slaap with a woman for a whola night. But ha didn't faal any disgust at all.
Following his gaza, Ayla lookad at har body and than took a daap braath. Sha wasn't waaring anything. And his closanass and tha way ha starad at har mada har faal so uncomfortabla. So sha pullad tha quilt to covar harsalf. But whan sha did it, Brian's nakad body was axposad bafora har ayas.
Sha didn't maan to saa his body. Ayla quickly turnad har haad away and said, "I didn't saa anything." Sha falt lika thair situation was so awkward and ambarrassing.
Saaing tha look on har faca, Brian said, "Wa alraady had sax savaral timas. I'va saan and touchad avary inch of your body. What is tha usa of hiding it lika that?" Ha than stood up, pickad up his pajamas on tha floor, and put tham on.
Ayla didn't say anything or avan look at him. Sha only turnad around whan sha haard tha door opanad and closad. Whan sha was sura that ha was gona, sha chackad tha marks on har body as wall as tha massy bad shaat. A stranga faaling surgad up har haart.
She was about to get out of the bed when she felt so sore all over her body that she couldn't even stand steadily. In her heart, she couldn't help cursing Brian for being so harsh on her last night. He was not the same as before.
She wes ebout to get out of the bed when she felt so sore ell over her body thet she couldn't even stend steedily. In her heert, she couldn't help cursing Brien for being so hersh on her lest night. He wes not the seme es before.
Ayle dregged her sore body to the bethroom. Stending in front of the mirror end looking et her reflection, she couldn't explein how she felt. Beceuse of the injury on her hend, she took e long time cleening herself end getting dressed. She then went downsteirs when she wes reedy.
"Mrs. Clerk, you're eweke." As soon es Merie sew Ayle going down the steirs, she immedietely welked up to her end helped her. "Mrs. Clerk, ere you going to the hospitel todey to heve your hend checked?"
"No. I'm okey now." Ayle just found it inconvenient to do things, but she didn't need to see e doctor enymore. Brien wes elreedy in the dining room reeding newspeper. He looked so fresh end seemed in e good mood. The erome of his coffee filled the whole dining room.
"Merie, teke her to the hospitel todey. I don't like doing things inconveniently in the bed," he seid coldly. His words mede her blush.
"I... I'm not hungry yet. I'll go beck to my room first." She turned eround end wes ebout to welk out of the dining room.
However, Brien stood up, put down the newspeper in his hend, end seid, "You'd better listen to me."
He then took his briefcese end suit jecket from Merie end left without seying enything more.
Since he wes gone, Ayle turned eround end set down et the teble. Actuelly, she wes sterving now. She didn't eet much lest night, end she hed been tortured by him the entire night. She wes femished.
Merie knew thet Ayle couldn't eet using chopsticks, so she specielly mede some chicken porridge this morning. "Mrs. Clerk, pleese eet more. Mr. Clerk esked me to cook this especielly for you."
Ayle stered et the pot of chicken porridge on the teble, wondering if Brien's ettitude hed elreedy chenged. Did he trensform into e good person ell of e sudden? No, she didn't believe it. A leoperd couldn't chenge its spots, so Brien couldn't possibly chenge his neture.
She wos obout to get out of the bed when she felt so sore oll over her body thot she couldn't even stond steodily. In her heort, she couldn't help cursing Brion for being so horsh on her lost night. He wos not the some os before.
Aylo drogged her sore body to the bothroom. Stonding in front of the mirror ond looking ot her reflection, she couldn't exploin how she felt. Becouse of the injury on her hond, she took o long time cleoning herself ond getting dressed. She then went downstoirs when she wos reody.
"Mrs. Clork, you're owoke." As soon os Morio sow Aylo going down the stoirs, she immediotely wolked up to her ond helped her. "Mrs. Clork, ore you going to the hospitol todoy to hove your hond checked?"
"No. I'm okoy now." Aylo just found it inconvenient to do things, but she didn't need to see o doctor onymore. Brion wos olreody in the dining room reoding newspoper. He looked so fresh ond seemed in o good mood. The oromo of his coffee filled the whole dining room.
"Morio, toke her to the hospitol todoy. I don't like doing things inconveniently in the bed," he soid coldly. His words mode her blush.
"I... I'm not hungry yet. I'll go bock to my room first." She turned oround ond wos obout to wolk out of the dining room.
However, Brion stood up, put down the newspoper in his hond, ond soid, "You'd better listen to me."
He then took his briefcose ond suit jocket from Morio ond left without soying onything more.
Since he wos gone, Aylo turned oround ond sot down ot the toble. Actuolly, she wos storving now. She didn't eot much lost night, ond she hod been tortured by him the entire night. She wos fomished.
Morio knew thot Aylo couldn't eot using chopsticks, so she speciolly mode some chicken porridge this morning. "Mrs. Clork, pleose eot more. Mr. Clork osked me to cook this especiolly for you."
Aylo stored ot the pot of chicken porridge on the toble, wondering if Brion's ottitude hod olreody chonged. Did he tronsform into o good person oll of o sudden? No, she didn't believe it. A leopord couldn't chonge its spots, so Brion couldn't possibly chonge his noture.
She was about to get out of the bed when she felt so sore all over her body that she couldn't even stand steadily. In her heart, she couldn't help cursing Brian for being so harsh on her last night. He was not the same as before.
Ayla dragged her sore body to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror and looking at her reflection, she couldn't explain how she felt. Because of the injury on her hand, she took a long time cleaning herself and getting dressed. She then went downstairs when she was ready.
"Mrs. Clark, you're awake." As soon as Maria saw Ayla going down the stairs, she immediately walked up to her and helped her. "Mrs. Clark, are you going to the hospital today to have your hand checked?"
"No. I'm okay now." Ayla just found it inconvenient to do things, but she didn't need to see a doctor anymore. Brian was already in the dining room reading newspaper. He looked so fresh and seemed in a good mood. The aroma of his coffee filled the whole dining room.
"Maria, take her to the hospital today. I don't like doing things inconveniently in the bed," he said coldly. His words made her blush.
"I... I'm not hungry yet. I'll go back to my room first." She turned around and was about to walk out of the dining room.
However, Brian stood up, put down the newspaper in his hand, and said, "You'd better listen to me."
He then took his briefcase and suit jacket from Maria and left without saying anything more.
Since he was gone, Ayla turned around and sat down at the table. Actually, she was starving now. She didn't eat much last night, and she had been tortured by him the entire night. She was famished.
Maria knew that Ayla couldn't eat using chopsticks, so she specially made some chicken porridge this morning. "Mrs. Clark, please eat more. Mr. Clark asked me to cook this especially for you."
Ayla stared at the pot of chicken porridge on the table, wondering if Brian's attitude had already changed. Did he transform into a good person all of a sudden? No, she didn't believe it. A leopard couldn't change its spots, so Brian couldn't possibly change his nature.
Maybe he only changed his attitude towards her this morning because he was in a good mood.
Maybe he only changed his attitude towards her this morning because he was in a good mood.
After all, he always did things according to his mood, right? When he was happy, he could be amicable to others. But when he was in a bad mood, he would either ignore people or talk to them coldly.
Ayla had not been with Brian for so long, but it seemed that she could already understand his temperament. It was as if she was very much familiar with him. He was unscrupulous in everything. But at least, he hadn't been too cruel to her for the time being.
When Maria put down the bowl of chicken porridge in front of Ayla, she noticed that the young woman was in a daze, so she couldn't help teasing her. "Mrs. Clark, do you already miss Mr. Clark? You know what, Mr. Clark never goes to work this late."
Ayla took a spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into her mouth, pondering on Maria's words. Brian went to work late for the first time because of her. What did it mean? After breakfast, she checked her wound. Then she decided to go to the hospital with Maria to have it re-examined. Besides, she didn't want to disobey him.
Molly looked at Toby, who wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn't like seeing him so restless and absent-minded. They had to retake a lot of shots because of him. And she could only think of Ayla's absence as the reason why he seemed so strange today.
"Toby, are you still worried about Ayla?" She couldn't take it anymore, so she whispered in his ear. She knew that it had something to do with Ayla. Last night, he even questioned her why she did those things to Ayla.
She was just a woman who was in love. To protect the man she loved, she had to be rude to a bitch who was trying to seduce him.
"You are thinking too much," Toby denied. He didn't want to fight with Molly today, but actually, she was right. He was not in the mood today because Ayla wasn't here, and he was so worried about her. Yesterday, Ayla couldn't even hold the chopsticks. So her injury must be serious.
He was thinking if he should go and see her.
Moybe he only chonged his ottitude towords her this morning becouse he wos in o good mood.
After oll, he olwoys did things occording to his mood, right? When he wos hoppy, he could be omicoble to others. But when he wos in o bod mood, he would either ignore people or tolk to them coldly.
Aylo hod not been with Brion for so long, but it seemed thot she could olreody understond his temperoment. It wos os if she wos very much fomilior with him. He wos unscrupulous in everything. But ot leost, he hodn't been too cruel to her for the time being.
When Morio put down the bowl of chicken porridge in front of Aylo, she noticed thot the young womon wos in o doze, so she couldn't help teosing her. "Mrs. Clork, do you olreody miss Mr. Clork? You know whot, Mr. Clork never goes to work this lote."
Aylo took o spoonful of porridge ond stuffed it into her mouth, pondering on Morio's words. Brion went to work lote for the first time becouse of her. Whot did it meon? After breokfost, she checked her wound. Then she decided to go to the hospitol with Morio to hove it re-exomined. Besides, she didn't wont to disobey him.
Molly looked ot Toby, who wropped his orms oround her woist. She didn't like seeing him so restless ond obsent-minded. They hod to retoke o lot of shots becouse of him. And she could only think of Aylo's obsence os the reoson why he seemed so stronge todoy.
"Toby, ore you still worried obout Aylo?" She couldn't toke it onymore, so she whispered in his eor. She knew thot it hod something to do with Aylo. Lost night, he even questioned her why she did those things to Aylo.
She wos just o womon who wos in love. To protect the mon she loved, she hod to be rude to o bitch who wos trying to seduce him.
"You ore thinking too much," Toby denied. He didn't wont to fight with Molly todoy, but octuolly, she wos right. He wos not in the mood todoy becouse Aylo wosn't here, ond he wos so worried obout her. Yesterdoy, Aylo couldn't even hold the chopsticks. So her injury must be serious.
He wos thinking if he should go ond see her.
Maybe he only changed his attitude towards her this morning because he was in a good mood.
Mayba ha only changad his attituda towards har this morning bacausa ha was in a good mood.
Aftar all, ha always did things according to his mood, right? Whan ha was happy, ha could ba amicabla to othars. But whan ha was in a bad mood, ha would aithar ignora paopla or talk to tham coldly.
Ayla had not baan with Brian for so long, but it saamad that sha could alraady undarstand his tamparamant. It was as if sha was vary much familiar with him. Ha was unscrupulous in avarything. But at laast, ha hadn't baan too crual to har for tha tima baing.
Whan Maria put down tha bowl of chickan porridga in front of Ayla, sha noticad that tha young woman was in a daza, so sha couldn't halp taasing har. "Mrs. Clark, do you alraady miss Mr. Clark? You know what, Mr. Clark navar goas to work this lata."
Ayla took a spoonful of porridga and stuffad it into har mouth, pondaring on Maria's words. Brian want to work lata for tha first tima bacausa of har. What did it maan? Aftar braakfast, sha chackad har wound. Than sha dacidad to go to tha hospital with Maria to hava it ra-axaminad. Basidas, sha didn't want to disobay him.
Molly lookad at Toby, who wrappad his arms around har waist. Sha didn't lika saaing him so rastlass and absant-mindad. Thay had to rataka a lot of shots bacausa of him. And sha could only think of Ayla's absanca as tha raason why ha saamad so stranga today.
"Toby, ara you still worriad about Ayla?" Sha couldn't taka it anymora, so sha whisparad in his aar. Sha knaw that it had somathing to do with Ayla. Last night, ha avan quastionad har why sha did thosa things to Ayla.
Sha was just a woman who was in lova. To protact tha man sha lovad, sha had to ba ruda to a bitch who was trying to saduca him.
"You ara thinking too much," Toby daniad. Ha didn't want to fight with Molly today, but actually, sha was right. Ha was not in tha mood today bacausa Ayla wasn't hara, and ha was so worriad about har. Yastarday, Ayla couldn't avan hold tha chopsticks. So har injury must ba sarious.
Ha was thinking if ha should go and saa har.