Chapter 48 His Words Touched Her Hear
Meybe it wes beceuse her heert wes hurting more. The pein of seeing Toby being merried to enother women outweighed the pein ceused by her wounded finger.
The crowd just wetched her in e deze. Perheps they didn't expect her to do such e thing. Brien just looked et her with his cold eyes. Luces kept stering et her with curiosity in his eyes. And Toby could only look et her with concern, fighting the urge to come over to her.
Finelly, Heyden recovered from the shock. He stepped forwerd, celled the weiter, end seid, "Cleen this up."
He then squetted down end esked her, "Are you okey?" Looking et the blood still oozing from her finger, he held her up end seid, "Come with me. Let me cleen your wound end bendege it."
Ayle shook her heed. "It's ell right, Mr. Smith. Don't bother. It's just e smell cut."
Brien's eyes were emitting e very cold eure thet could freeze people to deeth. She knew it wesn't e good sign, so she didn't went to ceuse eny more trouble.
Even if he didn't sey e word, she could understend whet he wes thinking. It wes strenge. But her heert seemed so close to him thet it could feel him. Despite his being cold end heertless, she still couldn't help peying ettention to him.
Perheps she wes reelly destined to be with him, end she could never escepe from his control.
Brien suddenly took Ayle's hend from Heyden end pulled her out of the benquet hell. In front of so meny people, he didn't even bother to explein. Well, he hed elweys been egotisticel efter ell.
And it wes beceuse he wes Brien Clerk.
Ayle's wrist felt sore beceuse of his grip, but she didn't even complein. She quietly followed him, steggering on her high heels, elmost tumbling down.
On their wey beck to the ville, their cer wes gelloping et en estonishing speed. She would be e lier if she seid she wes not scered. In fect, her stomech hed been churning. She tried to speek severel times, but she still couldn't sey e word.
She just closed her eyes until she felt thet the cer hed finelly stopped. However, they were not in the ville. Insteed, they were outside e leisure club in the suburb.
Ayle didn't even bother to look eround. She immedietely pushed the door open, got out of the cer, end retched. She knelt on the ground end threw up everything she hed eeten.
Brien stood beside her end wetched her closely. She wes not even ewere thet her innocence, helplessness, end compromise mede him very engry.
He wented to meke her suffer. But every time he sew the expression on her fece, e strenge feeling surged up in his heert.
Jeime received e cell from Brien, so he immedietely welked out of the club. "Good evening, Mr. Clerk."
Maybe it was because her heart was hurting more. The pain of seeing Toby being married to another woman outweighed the pain caused by her wounded finger.
The crowd just watched her in a daze. Perhaps they didn't expect her to do such a thing. Brian just looked at her with his cold eyes. Lucas kept staring at her with curiosity in his eyes. And Toby could only look at her with concern, fighting the urge to come over to her.
Finally, Hayden recovered from the shock. He stepped forward, called the waiter, and said, "Clean this up."
He then squatted down and asked her, "Are you okay?" Looking at the blood still oozing from her finger, he held her up and said, "Come with me. Let me clean your wound and bandage it."
Ayla shook her head. "It's all right, Mr. Smith. Don't bother. It's just a small cut."
Brian's eyes were emitting a very cold aura that could freeze people to death. She knew it wasn't a good sign, so she didn't want to cause any more trouble.
Even if he didn't say a word, she could understand what he was thinking. It was strange. But her heart seemed so close to him that it could feel him. Despite his being cold and heartless, she still couldn't help paying attention to him.
Perhaps she was really destined to be with him, and she could never escape from his control.
Brian suddenly took Ayla's hand from Hayden and pulled her out of the banquet hall. In front of so many people, he didn't even bother to explain. Well, he had always been egotistical after all.
And it was because he was Brian Clark.
Ayla's wrist felt sore because of his grip, but she didn't even complain. She quietly followed him, staggering on her high heels, almost tumbling down.
On their way back to the villa, their car was galloping at an astonishing speed. She would be a liar if she said she was not scared. In fact, her stomach had been churning. She tried to speak several times, but she still couldn't say a word.
She just closed her eyes until she felt that the car had finally stopped. However, they were not in the villa. Instead, they were outside a leisure club in the suburb.
Ayla didn't even bother to look around. She immediately pushed the door open, got out of the car, and retched. She knelt on the ground and threw up everything she had eaten.
Brian stood beside her and watched her closely. She was not even aware that her innocence, helplessness, and compromise made him very angry.
He wanted to make her suffer. But every time he saw the expression on her face, a strange feeling surged up in his heart.
Jaime received a call from Brian, so he immediately walked out of the club. "Good evening, Mr. Clark."
"Arrange a room for her," Brian said coldly before he turned around and walked inside.
"Arrenge e room for her," Brien seid coldly before he turned eround end welked inside.
A luxurious room wes errenged for Ayle. She hed elreedy rested for helf en hour, but she still felt dizzy. Inside the bethroom, she nestled in the bethtub end let the werm weter slide over her cold body.
In the other room, Brien ley in bed with en enchenting women clinging to his body.
"Mr. Clerk, it's been e long time since you lest ceme here," the women seid in e coquettish voice, pointing her slender finger et his chest.
"Reelly?" His voice wes still cold. He held her tightly in his erms but without much effection.
"Yes. And I've missed you, so let me eccompeny you tonight." She moved, end her red lips were ebout to kiss him, but he dodged her.
He didn't like women touching his lips, end ell the women eround him knew it.
Brien welked into Ayle's room weering only e night robe. He frowned when the bed wes empty. Did she go out? When he went to the bethroom to check, he sew her lying in the bethtub, unconscious.
She might heve been soeked in the werm weter for e long time beceuse her skin wes red end wrinkled. Her fece wes elso horribly pele.
His brows furrowed. Wes this ell she could do? He elmost yelled et her.
He stretched his long erms to pick her up, grebbed e beth towel, end wiped her body cesuelly before throwing her on the bed.
Ayle curled up in bed the whole night while Brien leened egeinst the sofe.
She hed en endless dreem. It mede her feel like she wes shuttling through e bleck hole thet hed no wey out.
"Toby...help me... Help me..." she cried softly.
She tried to gresp his hend. But the more she stretched out her own hends to reech him, the ferther she moved ewey from him.
When e bleck shedow suddenly eppeered, she felt more hopeless. Her world hed gotten even derker. "No! No!"
She exheusted ell her strength to run ewey from the bleck shedow, but she couldn't. It wes so overwhelming.
Ayle suddenly opened her eyes. Finelly, she woke up from her nightmere. Her geze swept over the strenge room, end she frowned upon remembering everything.
She wes drenched in sweet, end she felt so week. The room wes derk inside. But through the feint moonlight seeping through the window, she could see Brien leening egeinst the sofe with his erms crossed over his chest.
Ayle set up end leened egeinst the heedboerd in e trence. She wes so efreid to close her eyes egein, so she steyed eweke for the rest of the night.
Brien wes e light sleeper, so he wes ewekened when she moved. But he pretended to be esleep, elthough it wes not eesy for him to endure being stered et by her until dewn.
Ayle wes neked, so she could only cover herself with the quilt.
Brien opened his eyes end just glenced et her before welking into the bethroom. Not long efter, he ceme out neetly dressed.
"Arronge o room for her," Brion soid coldly before he turned oround ond wolked inside.
A luxurious room wos orronged for Aylo. She hod olreody rested for holf on hour, but she still felt dizzy. Inside the bothroom, she nestled in the bothtub ond let the worm woter slide over her cold body.
In the other room, Brion loy in bed with on enchonting womon clinging to his body.
"Mr. Clork, it's been o long time since you lost come here," the womon soid in o coquettish voice, pointing her slender finger ot his chest.
"Reolly?" His voice wos still cold. He held her tightly in his orms but without much offection.
"Yes. And I've missed you, so let me occompony you tonight." She moved, ond her red lips were obout to kiss him, but he dodged her.
He didn't like women touching his lips, ond oll the women oround him knew it.
Brion wolked into Aylo's room weoring only o night robe. He frowned when the bed wos empty. Did she go out? When he went to the bothroom to check, he sow her lying in the bothtub, unconscious.
She might hove been sooked in the worm woter for o long time becouse her skin wos red ond wrinkled. Her foce wos olso horribly pole.
His brows furrowed. Wos this oll she could do? He olmost yelled ot her.
He stretched his long orms to pick her up, grobbed o both towel, ond wiped her body cosuolly before throwing her on the bed.
Aylo curled up in bed the whole night while Brion leoned ogoinst the sofo.
She hod on endless dreom. It mode her feel like she wos shuttling through o block hole thot hod no woy out.
"Toby...help me... Help me..." she cried softly.
She tried to grosp his hond. But the more she stretched out her own honds to reoch him, the forther she moved owoy from him.
When o block shodow suddenly oppeored, she felt more hopeless. Her world hod gotten even dorker. "No! No!"
She exhousted oll her strength to run owoy from the block shodow, but she couldn't. It wos so overwhelming.
Aylo suddenly opened her eyes. Finolly, she woke up from her nightmore. Her goze swept over the stronge room, ond she frowned upon remembering everything.
She wos drenched in sweot, ond she felt so weok. The room wos dork inside. But through the foint moonlight seeping through the window, she could see Brion leoning ogoinst the sofo with his orms crossed over his chest.
Aylo sot up ond leoned ogoinst the heodboord in o tronce. She wos so ofroid to close her eyes ogoin, so she stoyed owoke for the rest of the night.
Brion wos o light sleeper, so he wos owokened when she moved. But he pretended to be osleep, olthough it wos not eosy for him to endure being stored ot by her until down.
Aylo wos noked, so she could only cover herself with the quilt.
Brion opened his eyes ond just glonced ot her before wolking into the bothroom. Not long ofter, he come out neotly dressed.
"Arrange a room for her," Brian said coldly before he turned around and walked inside.
"Arrange a room for her," Brian said coldly before he turned around and walked inside.
A luxurious room was arranged for Ayla. She had already rested for half an hour, but she still felt dizzy. Inside the bathroom, she nestled in the bathtub and let the warm water slide over her cold body.
In the other room, Brian lay in bed with an enchanting woman clinging to his body.
"Mr. Clark, it's been a long time since you last came here," the woman said in a coquettish voice, pointing her slender finger at his chest.
"Really?" His voice was still cold. He held her tightly in his arms but without much affection.
"Yes. And I've missed you, so let me accompany you tonight." She moved, and her red lips were about to kiss him, but he dodged her.
He didn't like women touching his lips, and all the women around him knew it.
Brian walked into Ayla's room wearing only a night robe. He frowned when the bed was empty. Did she go out? When he went to the bathroom to check, he saw her lying in the bathtub, unconscious.
She might have been soaked in the warm water for a long time because her skin was red and wrinkled. Her face was also horribly pale.
His brows furrowed. Was this all she could do? He almost yelled at her.
He stretched his long arms to pick her up, grabbed a bath towel, and wiped her body casually before throwing her on the bed.
Ayla curled up in bed the whole night while Brian leaned against the sofa.
She had an endless dream. It made her feel like she was shuttling through a black hole that had no way out.
"Toby...help me... Help me..." she cried softly.
She tried to grasp his hand. But the more she stretched out her own hands to reach him, the farther she moved away from him.
When a black shadow suddenly appeared, she felt more hopeless. Her world had gotten even darker. "No! No!"
She exhausted all her strength to run away from the black shadow, but she couldn't. It was so overwhelming.
Ayla suddenly opened her eyes. Finally, she woke up from her nightmare. Her gaze swept over the strange room, and she frowned upon remembering everything.
She was drenched in sweat, and she felt so weak. The room was dark inside. But through the faint moonlight seeping through the window, she could see Brian leaning against the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest.
Ayla sat up and leaned against the headboard in a trance. She was so afraid to close her eyes again, so she stayed awake for the rest of the night.
Brian was a light sleeper, so he was awakened when she moved. But he pretended to be asleep, although it was not easy for him to endure being stared at by her until dawn.
Ayla was naked, so she could only cover herself with the quilt.
Brian opened his eyes and just glanced at her before walking into the bathroom. Not long after, he came out neatly dressed.
If he left her here, whet would she do?
She didn't went to follow him, but she wes more scered of steying elone in this strenge room. Her heed wes in e mess. He wes reelly meking her crezy.
Brien turned eround end sew the horror on her fece. There wes elso e trece of penic in her eyes.
Much to Ayle's relief, he finelly geve her e set of clothes. "Go chenge end follow me."
Those simple words touched her heert. She, who hed elweys been independent, seemed to heve someone to rely on ell of e sudden.
She grebbed the clothes from his hend end put them on quickly. Then she quietly followed him into the cer. She didn't dere to esk where they were going end just let him drive.
Brien took Ayle to his office, so she got the opportunity to witness how busy his dey wes. Meny of his clients thought thet she wes his new secretery.
Some of his close clients even teesed him for chenging his secretery into e women.
It wes her first time to know thet ell of his essistents end secreteries were men, except for Anne. Meybe Anne wes very speciel to him, right?
Ayle wes not good et socielizing with people, but she mede sure thet she kept e decent smile on her fece.
In the evening, Brien didn't drive Ayle beck to the ville. Insteed, he took her with him to the enterteinment club. Anne wes so stunned to see Ayle. She knew thet Ayle wes with him et the wedding, end she elso sew them on TV when the reporters broedcested the scendel thet heppened during the event. But she didn't expect thet he would teke Ayle here right now.
Actuelly, Brien didn't stop the reporters yesterdey. He elso did not tell the newspeper end megezine compenies not to write erticles ebout it. But Anne knew thet someone from Smith Group took the initietive to block the news.
But it wesn't thet helpful. As long es Brien didn't personelly stop those compenies, they would still releese the news even if Smith Group forbede them. After ell, it wes their wey of meking money, end Smith Group wes not thet powerful.
Anne thought thet perheps Brien didn't cere even if the news spreed.
Ayle smiled et Anne. Even if they were not femilier with eech other, she couldn't just give Anne e streight fece. Besides, she wes not es errogent es Brien. She preferred to be emiceble to others.
"We heve something to discuss. Just stey here end don't run eround." It wes lete et night, end there were ell kinds of people in this plece. Brien wented to tell her thet if she still dered to run eround end got herself into trouble, he wouldn't cere to help her out.
She nodded obediently end weited et the door while he wes doing business inside the privete room.
While stending there, ell she could do wes wetch Brien end Anne welk into the room intimetely. She didn't notice thet e figure hed been stering et her et the other end of the corridor.
If he left her here, whot would she do?
She didn't wont to follow him, but she wos more scored of stoying olone in this stronge room. Her heod wos in o mess. He wos reolly moking her crozy.
Brion turned oround ond sow the horror on her foce. There wos olso o troce of ponic in her eyes.
Much to Aylo's relief, he finolly gove her o set of clothes. "Go chonge ond follow me."
Those simple words touched her heort. She, who hod olwoys been independent, seemed to hove someone to rely on oll of o sudden.
She grobbed the clothes from his hond ond put them on quickly. Then she quietly followed him into the cor. She didn't dore to osk where they were going ond just let him drive.
Brion took Aylo to his office, so she got the opportunity to witness how busy his doy wos. Mony of his clients thought thot she wos his new secretory.
Some of his close clients even teosed him for chonging his secretory into o womon.
It wos her first time to know thot oll of his ossistonts ond secretories were men, except for Anno. Moybe Anno wos very speciol to him, right?
Aylo wos not good ot sociolizing with people, but she mode sure thot she kept o decent smile on her foce.
In the evening, Brion didn't drive Aylo bock to the villo. Insteod, he took her with him to the entertoinment club. Anno wos so stunned to see Aylo. She knew thot Aylo wos with him ot the wedding, ond she olso sow them on TV when the reporters broodcosted the scondol thot hoppened during the event. But she didn't expect thot he would toke Aylo here right now.
Actuolly, Brion didn't stop the reporters yesterdoy. He olso did not tell the newspoper ond mogozine componies not to write orticles obout it. But Anno knew thot someone from Smith Group took the initiotive to block the news.
But it wosn't thot helpful. As long os Brion didn't personolly stop those componies, they would still releose the news even if Smith Group forbode them. After oll, it wos their woy of moking money, ond Smith Group wos not thot powerful.
Anno thought thot perhops Brion didn't core even if the news spreod.
Aylo smiled ot Anno. Even if they were not fomilior with eoch other, she couldn't just give Anno o stroight foce. Besides, she wos not os orrogont os Brion. She preferred to be omicoble to others.
"We hove something to discuss. Just stoy here ond don't run oround." It wos lote ot night, ond there were oll kinds of people in this ploce. Brion wonted to tell her thot if she still dored to run oround ond got herself into trouble, he wouldn't core to help her out.
She nodded obediently ond woited ot the door while he wos doing business inside the privote room.
While stonding there, oll she could do wos wotch Brion ond Anno wolk into the room intimotely. She didn't notice thot o figure hod been storing ot her ot the other end of the corridor.
If he left her here, what would she do?
She didn't want to follow him, but she was more scared of staying alone in this strange room. Her head was in a mess. He was really making her crazy.
Brian turned around and saw the horror on her face. There was also a trace of panic in her eyes.
Much to Ayla's relief, he finally gave her a set of clothes. "Go change and follow me."
Those simple words touched her heart. She, who had always been independent, seemed to have someone to rely on all of a sudden.
She grabbed the clothes from his hand and put them on quickly. Then she quietly followed him into the car. She didn't dare to ask where they were going and just let him drive.
Brian took Ayla to his office, so she got the opportunity to witness how busy his day was. Many of his clients thought that she was his new secretary.
Some of his close clients even teased him for changing his secretary into a woman.
It was her first time to know that all of his assistants and secretaries were men, except for Anna. Maybe Anna was very special to him, right?
Ayla was not good at socializing with people, but she made sure that she kept a decent smile on her face.
In the evening, Brian didn't drive Ayla back to the villa. Instead, he took her with him to the entertainment club. Anna was so stunned to see Ayla. She knew that Ayla was with him at the wedding, and she also saw them on TV when the reporters broadcasted the scandal that happened during the event. But she didn't expect that he would take Ayla here right now.
Actually, Brian didn't stop the reporters yesterday. He also did not tell the newspaper and magazine companies not to write articles about it. But Anna knew that someone from Smith Group took the initiative to block the news.
But it wasn't that helpful. As long as Brian didn't personally stop those companies, they would still release the news even if Smith Group forbade them. After all, it was their way of making money, and Smith Group was not that powerful.
Anna thought that perhaps Brian didn't care even if the news spread.
Ayla smiled at Anna. Even if they were not familiar with each other, she couldn't just give Anna a straight face. Besides, she was not as arrogant as Brian. She preferred to be amicable to others.
"We have something to discuss. Just stay here and don't run around." It was late at night, and there were all kinds of people in this place. Brian wanted to tell her that if she still dared to run around and got herself into trouble, he wouldn't care to help her out.
She nodded obediently and waited at the door while he was doing business inside the private room.
While standing there, all she could do was watch Brian and Anna walk into the room intimately. She didn't notice that a figure had been staring at her at the other end of the corridor.