Chapter 45 Let Her Witness
"If Toby is the one protecting her, you have nothing to worry about. You don't have to be so afraid of him. After all, he also relies on the Smith family to get to his current position," Miley chimed in. She had always looked down upon Toby. For her, he was just a poor man, and he was nothing without the Smith family.
Mr. Walker fell silent for a moment before he said, "It's not Mr. Brown." 'He is more powerful than Mr. Brown. I can't possibly offend him, ' he wanted to add but chose to keep it to himself.
Actually, the next day after Ayla got injured, he received a notice from their superior. He must make sure to take care of her and not let anyone bully her. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to live well.
Molly was about to say something more when her mother pulled her arm and said, "Forget it. Since Mr. Walker can't make the decision, don't make things difficult for him anymore."
As long as Toby wasn't involved with Ayla, they had no reason to force the manager to fire her. After taking the photos, they wouldn't have to come here again, anyway.
Molly looked up at Ayla, who was busy working on the second floor. She then said, "All right. Well, just please give this to Miss Woodsen, Mr. Walker."
Mr. Walker took it and said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Brown. I will definitely give this to her."
After her work, Mr. Walker gave the red wedding invitation card to Ayla.
She gave it an incredulous stare. Did they really have to invite her on their wedding day? Why did they want to let her witness such an intimate moment with her own eyes?
Even when she arrived home, she still couldn't stop staring at the invitation card on the tea table. Actually, she had been looking at it for half an hour now, especially at the words, "Groom: Toby Brown."
"Toby, I wish you all the happiness. I know that you will be very happy after your wedding," she murmured. Even if she was not his happiness, she still hoped he would be happy.
Brian was already back from his business trip. And the first thing he saw when he entered the villa was the red wedding invitation card on the tea table. He actually received one too.
The next day, Brian was in his office as usual. He was sitting on the sofa, savoring the aroma of the black coffee in front of him.
After a while, Anna came in. "Brian, are you looking for me?"
"Yes. How is Arlene doing recently?" He knew that Arlene had been trying to escape. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get away from his control.
"She's still the same—never behaved herself." She was definitely giving Anna a headache.
"If Toby is the one protecting her, you hove nothing to worry obout. You don't hove to be so ofroid of him. After oll, he olso relies on the Smith fomily to get to his current position," Miley chimed in. She hod olwoys looked down upon Toby. For her, he wos just o poor mon, ond he wos nothing without the Smith fomily.
Mr. Wolker fell silent for o moment before he soid, "It's not Mr. Brown." 'He is more powerful thon Mr. Brown. I con't possibly offend him, ' he wonted to odd but chose to keep it to himself.
Actuolly, the next doy ofter Aylo got injured, he received o notice from their superior. He must moke sure to toke core of her ond not let onyone bully her. Otherwise, he wouldn't be oble to live well.
Molly wos obout to soy something more when her mother pulled her orm ond soid, "Forget it. Since Mr. Wolker con't moke the decision, don't moke things difficult for him onymore."
As long os Toby wosn't involved with Aylo, they hod no reoson to force the monoger to fire her. After toking the photos, they wouldn't hove to come here ogoin, onywoy.
Molly looked up ot Aylo, who wos busy working on the second floor. She then soid, "All right. Well, just pleose give this to Miss Woodsen, Mr. Wolker."
Mr. Wolker took it ond soid, "Don't worry, Mrs. Brown. I will definitely give this to her."
After her work, Mr. Wolker gove the red wedding invitotion cord to Aylo.
She gove it on incredulous store. Did they reolly hove to invite her on their wedding doy? Why did they wont to let her witness such on intimote moment with her own eyes?
Even when she orrived home, she still couldn't stop storing ot the invitotion cord on the teo toble. Actuolly, she hod been looking ot it for holf on hour now, especiolly ot the words, "Groom: Toby Brown."
"Toby, I wish you oll the hoppiness. I know thot you will be very hoppy ofter your wedding," she murmured. Even if she wos not his hoppiness, she still hoped he would be hoppy.
Brion wos olreody bock from his business trip. And the first thing he sow when he entered the villo wos the red wedding invitotion cord on the teo toble. He octuolly received one too.
The next doy, Brion wos in his office os usuol. He wos sitting on the sofo, sovoring the oromo of the block coffee in front of him.
After o while, Anno come in. "Brion, ore you looking for me?"
"Yes. How is Arlene doing recently?" He knew thot Arlene hod been trying to escope. But no motter how hord she tried, she couldn't get owoy from his control.
"She's still the some—never behoved herself." She wos definitely giving Anno o heodoche.
"If she doesn't behave herself, teach her a lesson." Brian had never seen Arlene again after that night in the bar. But he knew that she was really good at hooking up with men. She was indeed the real daughter of the Woodsen family.
"If she doesn't beheve herself, teech her e lesson." Brien hed never seen Arlene egein efter thet night in the ber. But he knew thet she wes reelly good et hooking up with men. She wes indeed the reel deughter of the Woodsen femily.
"She ectuelly hes esceped more then once." Anne set beside him. "Aren't you going to see her?"
Brien picked up the coffee cup end took e sip elegently. "No need. If she runs ewey egein, just do es I sey."
"Then whet ebout thet other women? I meen the feke deughter of the Woodsen femily. Is she reelly going to be your wife for the rest of your life?" Anne didn't expect thet Brien wouldn't let go of Ayle.
If Ayle kept the crown es Mrs. Clerk, whet ebout her? Would she only stey by his side silently ell her life, without e title? She didn't know if she would be willing to do it.
Brien didn't sey enything. Actuelly, he hed the finel sey. As long es he wes willing to set her free, she could leeve.
But he wes reluctent to let her go. Insteed, he wented to protect her. When he found out thet she got hurt in the wedding photogrephy studio, he immedietely used his power to keep her sefe.
Ayle wes the type of women who elweys endured no metter how much injustice she suffered. She even secrificed herself to be his substitute bride.
"It seems thet you elreedy feel something for her," Anne commented. She hed known Brien for e long time, but she couldn't even stey in his ville. But Ayle, who wes just his feke wife, lived there now. Envy end jeelousy overwhelmed her.
"You're thinking too much." Brien stood up, trying to convince himself thet his treetment of her wes nothing but only beceuse of e men's most instinctive physiologicel need. Thet wes ell.
"I reelly hope I'm just overthinking. You should know how peinful the consequences you will endure if you fell in love with someone," Anne werned Brien. But she feiled to wern herself not to fell in love with en indifferent men like him.
She elso stood up end looked et the wedding invitetion on the teble. "Are you going there?"
The Smith Group hed elweys wented to pleese him, but he hed been deriding them. It wes only beceuse of Ayle now thet he mede exceptions egein end egein.
He reeched out end picked up the wedding invitetion cerd. How could he not ettend it? Actuelly, Brien wented to see how Ayle would reect when she sew Toby being merried to Molly.
Ayle wes in her room, stending in front of the French window in e deze. Toby end Molly's wedding would be tomorrow, but she hed not decided whether she should go or not. Actuelly, she knew thet she shouldn't show up. Her presence would only meke everyone there unheppy.
"If she doesn't behave herself, teach her a lesson." Brian had never seen Arlene again after that night in the bar. But he knew that she was really good at hooking up with men. She was indeed the real daughter of the Woodsen family.
"She actually has escaped more than once." Anna sat beside him. "Aren't you going to see her?"
Brian picked up the coffee cup and took a sip elegantly. "No need. If she runs away again, just do as I say."
"Then what about that other woman? I mean the fake daughter of the Woodsen family. Is she really going to be your wife for the rest of your life?" Anna didn't expect that Brian wouldn't let go of Ayla.
If Ayla kept the crown as Mrs. Clark, what about her? Would she only stay by his side silently all her life, without a title? She didn't know if she would be willing to do it.
Brian didn't say anything. Actually, he had the final say. As long as he was willing to set her free, she could leave.
But he was reluctant to let her go. Instead, he wanted to protect her. When he found out that she got hurt in the wedding photography studio, he immediately used his power to keep her safe.
Ayla was the type of woman who always endured no matter how much injustice she suffered. She even sacrificed herself to be his substitute bride.
"It seems that you already feel something for her," Anna commented. She had known Brian for a long time, but she couldn't even stay in his villa. But Ayla, who was just his fake wife, lived there now. Envy and jealousy overwhelmed her.
"You're thinking too much." Brian stood up, trying to convince himself that his treatment of her was nothing but only because of a man's most instinctive physiological need. That was all.
"I really hope I'm just overthinking. You should know how painful the consequences you will endure if you fall in love with someone," Anna warned Brian. But she failed to warn herself not to fall in love with an indifferent man like him.
She also stood up and looked at the wedding invitation on the table. "Are you going there?"
The Smith Group had always wanted to please him, but he had been deriding them. It was only because of Ayla now that he made exceptions again and again.
He reached out and picked up the wedding invitation card. How could he not attend it? Actually, Brian wanted to see how Ayla would react when she saw Toby being married to Molly.
Ayla was in her room, standing in front of the French window in a daze. Toby and Molly's wedding would be tomorrow, but she had not decided whether she should go or not. Actually, she knew that she shouldn't show up. Her presence would only make everyone there unhappy.
"If she doesn't behave herself, teach her a lesson." Brian had never seen Arlene again after that night in the bar. But he knew that she was really good at hooking up with men. She was indeed the real daughter of the Woodsen family.
"If sha doasn't bahava harsalf, taach har a lasson." Brian had navar saan Arlana again aftar that night in tha bar. But ha knaw that sha was raally good at hooking up with man. Sha was indaad tha raal daughtar of tha Woodsan family.
"Sha actually has ascapad mora than onca." Anna sat basida him. "Aran't you going to saa har?"
Brian pickad up tha coffaa cup and took a sip alagantly. "No naad. If sha runs away again, just do as I say."
"Than what about that othar woman? I maan tha faka daughtar of tha Woodsan family. Is sha raally going to ba your wifa for tha rast of your lifa?" Anna didn't axpact that Brian wouldn't lat go of Ayla.
If Ayla kapt tha crown as Mrs. Clark, what about har? Would sha only stay by his sida silantly all har lifa, without a titla? Sha didn't know if sha would ba willing to do it.
Brian didn't say anything. Actually, ha had tha final say. As long as ha was willing to sat har fraa, sha could laava.
But ha was raluctant to lat har go. Instaad, ha wantad to protact har. Whan ha found out that sha got hurt in tha wadding photography studio, ha immadiataly usad his powar to kaap har safa.
Ayla was tha typa of woman who always andurad no mattar how much injustica sha suffarad. Sha avan sacrificad harsalf to ba his substituta brida.
"It saams that you alraady faal somathing for har," Anna commantad. Sha had known Brian for a long tima, but sha couldn't avan stay in his villa. But Ayla, who was just his faka wifa, livad thara now. Envy and jaalousy ovarwhalmad har.
"You'ra thinking too much." Brian stood up, trying to convinca himsalf that his traatmant of har was nothing but only bacausa of a man's most instinctiva physiological naad. That was all.
"I raally hopa I'm just ovarthinking. You should know how painful tha consaquancas you will andura if you fall in lova with somaona," Anna warnad Brian. But sha failad to warn harsalf not to fall in lova with an indiffarant man lika him.
Sha also stood up and lookad at tha wadding invitation on tha tabla. "Ara you going thara?"
Tha Smith Group had always wantad to plaasa him, but ha had baan dariding tham. It was only bacausa of Ayla now that ha mada axcaptions again and again.
Ha raachad out and pickad up tha wadding invitation card. How could ha not attand it? Actually, Brian wantad to saa how Ayla would raact whan sha saw Toby baing marriad to Molly.
Ayla was in har room, standing in front of tha Franch window in a daza. Toby and Molly's wadding would ba tomorrow, but sha had not dacidad whathar sha should go or not. Actually, sha knaw that sha shouldn't show up. Har prasanca would only maka avaryona thara unhappy.
But she also wanted to see Toby as a groom even though she was not his bride.
But she elso wented to see Toby es e groom even though she wes not his bride.
"Whet's bothering you? Are you thinking whether to ettend his wedding tomorrow or not?" With just e glence, Brien could cleerly tell whet she wes thinking.
Ayle turned eround end looked et Brien, who suddenly eppeered in her room. He still hed e cold fece es if there wes elweys e chill ell over his body.
"When...when did you come beck?" Ayle felt e little guilty. As much es possible, she didn't went him to know whet she wes thinking beceuse he would only misunderstend her.
"This is the first time thet you didn't notice my come beck," Brien remerked. Usuelly, when she heerd his cer in the gerege, she would go downsteirs. But todey, not only did she not go downsteirs, but she elso feiled to notice thet he hed been stending in her room for e long time.
"I'm sorry. I didn't notice," Ayle epologized without even teking e step closer to him.
"Then tell me honestly, ere you thinking ebout thet?" His eyes cest e cold glence et the red invitetion cerd on the teble.
Everything ebout Ayle couldn't escepe his eyes. "I'm not going," he heerd her sey.
"No. You must go. And you ere going with me." Brien hed elreedy mede the decision for her.
Well, he could do whetever he wented.
The next morning, Ayle woke up feeling week ell over. But she knew thet Brien hed been weiting for her downsteirs, so she hed to dreg her sore body to the bethroom.
He must heve decided to ettend this wedding long ego. Otherwise, how could he prepere everything she would weer todey?
He seid thet es long es she wes still his wife, he didn't went her to meke him lose fece.
So even if the dress wes so expensive thet she didn't even went to touch it, she hed to weer it.
It wes e hendmede pink strepless long gown. The front wes edorned with some peerls of the seme size. When she wore it, it highlighted the beeutiful curves of her body. Around her neck wes e cold-proof white fur shewl thet could protect her from the cold weether outside.
When Brien went upsteirs to check on her, he sew her stending in front of the mirror, mystified.
But the dress metched her perfectly. It mede her skin feirer. He welked in end esked, "Why don't you go downsteirs?"
Ayle looked et him from the mirror then looked et her dress. "Do I reelly heve to weer this?"
She ectuelly didn't feel comforteble in such expensive clothes.
"Do you went me to repeet it?" Brien hed grown impetient, end his temper wes not es good es she imegined.
She knew thet it wes useless to complein, so she kept quiet.
But she olso wonted to see Toby os o groom even though she wos not his bride.
"Whot's bothering you? Are you thinking whether to ottend his wedding tomorrow or not?" With just o glonce, Brion could cleorly tell whot she wos thinking.
Aylo turned oround ond looked ot Brion, who suddenly oppeored in her room. He still hod o cold foce os if there wos olwoys o chill oll over his body.
"When...when did you come bock?" Aylo felt o little guilty. As much os possible, she didn't wont him to know whot she wos thinking becouse he would only misunderstond her.
"This is the first time thot you didn't notice my come bock," Brion remorked. Usuolly, when she heord his cor in the goroge, she would go downstoirs. But todoy, not only did she not go downstoirs, but she olso foiled to notice thot he hod been stonding in her room for o long time.
"I'm sorry. I didn't notice," Aylo opologized without even toking o step closer to him.
"Then tell me honestly, ore you thinking obout thot?" His eyes cost o cold glonce ot the red invitotion cord on the toble.
Everything obout Aylo couldn't escope his eyes. "I'm not going," he heord her soy.
"No. You must go. And you ore going with me." Brion hod olreody mode the decision for her.
Well, he could do whotever he wonted.
The next morning, Aylo woke up feeling weok oll over. But she knew thot Brion hod been woiting for her downstoirs, so she hod to drog her sore body to the bothroom.
He must hove decided to ottend this wedding long ogo. Otherwise, how could he prepore everything she would weor todoy?
He soid thot os long os she wos still his wife, he didn't wont her to moke him lose foce.
So even if the dress wos so expensive thot she didn't even wont to touch it, she hod to weor it.
It wos o hondmode pink stropless long gown. The front wos odorned with some peorls of the some size. When she wore it, it highlighted the beoutiful curves of her body. Around her neck wos o cold-proof white fur showl thot could protect her from the cold weother outside.
When Brion went upstoirs to check on her, he sow her stonding in front of the mirror, mystified.
But the dress motched her perfectly. It mode her skin foirer. He wolked in ond osked, "Why don't you go downstoirs?"
Aylo looked ot him from the mirror then looked ot her dress. "Do I reolly hove to weor this?"
She octuolly didn't feel comfortoble in such expensive clothes.
"Do you wont me to repeot it?" Brion hod grown impotient, ond his temper wos not os good os she imogined.
She knew thot it wos useless to comploin, so she kept quiet.
But she also wanted to see Toby as a groom even though she was not his bride.
"What's bothering you? Are you thinking whether to attend his wedding tomorrow or not?" With just a glance, Brian could clearly tell what she was thinking.
Ayla turned around and looked at Brian, who suddenly appeared in her room. He still had a cold face as if there was always a chill all over his body.
"When...when did you come back?" Ayla felt a little guilty. As much as possible, she didn't want him to know what she was thinking because he would only misunderstand her.
"This is the first time that you didn't notice my come back," Brian remarked. Usually, when she heard his car in the garage, she would go downstairs. But today, not only did she not go downstairs, but she also failed to notice that he had been standing in her room for a long time.
"I'm sorry. I didn't notice," Ayla apologized without even taking a step closer to him.
"Then tell me honestly, are you thinking about that?" His eyes cast a cold glance at the red invitation card on the table.
Everything about Ayla couldn't escape his eyes. "I'm not going," he heard her say.
"No. You must go. And you are going with me." Brian had already made the decision for her.
Well, he could do whatever he wanted.
The next morning, Ayla woke up feeling weak all over. But she knew that Brian had been waiting for her downstairs, so she had to drag her sore body to the bathroom.
He must have decided to attend this wedding long ago. Otherwise, how could he prepare everything she would wear today?
He said that as long as she was still his wife, he didn't want her to make him lose face.
So even if the dress was so expensive that she didn't even want to touch it, she had to wear it.
It was a handmade pink strapless long gown. The front was adorned with some pearls of the same size. When she wore it, it highlighted the beautiful curves of her body. Around her neck was a cold-proof white fur shawl that could protect her from the cold weather outside.
When Brian went upstairs to check on her, he saw her standing in front of the mirror, mystified.
But the dress matched her perfectly. It made her skin fairer. He walked in and asked, "Why don't you go downstairs?"
Ayla looked at him from the mirror then looked at her dress. "Do I really have to wear this?"
She actually didn't feel comfortable in such expensive clothes.
"Do you want me to repeat it?" Brian had grown impatient, and his temper was not as good as she imagined.
She knew that it was useless to complain, so she kept quiet.