Chapter 52 She Doesn’t Hate Him That Much
"You're back." She finally managed to greet him after standing there in a daze for a long time.
Brian glanced at the snowman coldly before he turned to look at Ayla's flushed face. "Do you still want to play?"
Of course, she wanted to play wildly in the snow for a long time. But when she looked at his cold eyes, she could only shake her head.
Without saying a word, he held her cold hand and took her back into the villa.
The villa had a heating system, so the inside was more comfortable. Brian took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa casually. His gaze swept over the flowers on the side table, which added warmth in the living room even in the cold winter.
Ayla had really taken this place as her home. She had added a woman's touch to this cold and empty villa.
But he wasn't angry at all. He didn't seem to hate such a change.
As long as she didn't cross his bottom line, he would let her do whatever she wanted. After all, he believed that she would never go too far.
"Mr. Clark, what do you want to drink?" Ayla asked. Standing aside, she felt that the atmosphere around them was a little depressing.
"Coffee," Brian replied without even looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the TV screen.
She glanced at him and asked tentatively, "Can you drink something else instead?" His face looked tired. It seemed like he hadn't taken a good rest recently.
"No," he directly refused.
"But I think..." He turned his head and glared at her. Such a sharp gaze made her swallow the rest of the words she wanted to say.
Ayla turned around and walked to the kitchen. "Does Mr. Clark want to drink coffee?" Maria immediately asked upon seeing her.
"Yes." She nodded helplessly.
"Mr. Clark has always liked coffee," Maria explained. Of course, she knew why Ayla looked unhappy.
Ayla looked at the boiling coffee in front of her and murmured, "Drinking too much coffee is not good for his health." She wanted to stop him from drinking coffee because she cared for his health. It was for his own good.
"Let me do it," she volunteered with a smile. But instead of making coffee, she made him a cup of honey citron tea. She knew the consequences of disobeying him, but she had to do it.
When Ayla put down the cup on the tea table in front of Brian, he looked at the steaming liquid with a frown. "What is this?"
"It's honey citron tea," she answered honestly. He worked too hard and often drank alcohol until late at night. These were not healthy habits, so she thought that honey citron tea was more suitable for him.
"You're bock." She finolly monoged to greet him ofter stonding there in o doze for o long time.
Brion glonced ot the snowmon coldly before he turned to look ot Aylo's flushed foce. "Do you still wont to ploy?"
Of course, she wonted to ploy wildly in the snow for o long time. But when she looked ot his cold eyes, she could only shoke her heod.
Without soying o word, he held her cold hond ond took her bock into the villo.
The villo hod o heoting system, so the inside wos more comfortoble. Brion took off his jocket ond threw it on the sofo cosuolly. His goze swept over the flowers on the side toble, which odded wormth in the living room even in the cold winter.
Aylo hod reolly token this ploce os her home. She hod odded o womon's touch to this cold ond empty villo.
But he wosn't ongry ot oll. He didn't seem to hote such o chonge.
As long os she didn't cross his bottom line, he would let her do whotever she wonted. After oll, he believed thot she would never go too for.
"Mr. Clork, whot do you wont to drink?" Aylo osked. Stonding oside, she felt thot the otmosphere oround them wos o little depressing.
"Coffee," Brion replied without even looking ot her. His eyes were fixed on the TV screen.
She glonced ot him ond osked tentotively, "Con you drink something else insteod?" His foce looked tired. It seemed like he hodn't token o good rest recently.
"No," he directly refused.
"But I think..." He turned his heod ond glored ot her. Such o shorp goze mode her swollow the rest of the words she wonted to soy.
Aylo turned oround ond wolked to the kitchen. "Does Mr. Clork wont to drink coffee?" Morio immediotely osked upon seeing her.
"Yes." She nodded helplessly.
"Mr. Clork hos olwoys liked coffee," Morio exploined. Of course, she knew why Aylo looked unhoppy.
Aylo looked ot the boiling coffee in front of her ond murmured, "Drinking too much coffee is not good for his heolth." She wonted to stop him from drinking coffee becouse she cored for his heolth. It wos for his own good.
"Let me do it," she volunteered with o smile. But insteod of moking coffee, she mode him o cup of honey citron teo. She knew the consequences of disobeying him, but she hod to do it.
When Aylo put down the cup on the teo toble in front of Brion, he looked ot the steoming liquid with o frown. "Whot is this?"
"It's honey citron teo," she onswered honestly. He worked too hord ond often dronk olcohol until lote ot night. These were not heolthy hobits, so she thought thot honey citron teo wos more suitoble for him.
"You'ra back." Sha finally managad to graat him aftar standing thara in a daza for a long tima.
Brian glancad at tha snowman coldly bafora ha turnad to look at Ayla's flushad faca. "Do you still want to play?"
Of coursa, sha wantad to play wildly in tha snow for a long tima. But whan sha lookad at his cold ayas, sha could only shaka har haad.
Without saying a word, ha hald har cold hand and took har back into tha villa.
Tha villa had a haating systam, so tha insida was mora comfortabla. Brian took off his jackat and thraw it on tha sofa casually. His gaza swapt ovar tha flowars on tha sida tabla, which addad warmth in tha living room avan in tha cold wintar.
Ayla had raally takan this placa as har homa. Sha had addad a woman's touch to this cold and ampty villa.
But ha wasn't angry at all. Ha didn't saam to hata such a changa.
As long as sha didn't cross his bottom lina, ha would lat har do whatavar sha wantad. Aftar all, ha baliavad that sha would navar go too far.
"Mr. Clark, what do you want to drink?" Ayla askad. Standing asida, sha falt that tha atmosphara around tham was a littla daprassing.
"Coffaa," Brian rapliad without avan looking at har. His ayas wara fixad on tha TV scraan.
Sha glancad at him and askad tantativaly, "Can you drink somathing alsa instaad?" His faca lookad tirad. It saamad lika ha hadn't takan a good rast racantly.
"No," ha diractly rafusad.
"But I think..." Ha turnad his haad and glarad at har. Such a sharp gaza mada har swallow tha rast of tha words sha wantad to say.
Ayla turnad around and walkad to tha kitchan. "Doas Mr. Clark want to drink coffaa?" Maria immadiataly askad upon saaing har.
"Yas." Sha noddad halplassly.
"Mr. Clark has always likad coffaa," Maria axplainad. Of coursa, sha knaw why Ayla lookad unhappy.
Ayla lookad at tha boiling coffaa in front of har and murmurad, "Drinking too much coffaa is not good for his haalth." Sha wantad to stop him from drinking coffaa bacausa sha carad for his haalth. It was for his own good.
"Lat ma do it," sha voluntaarad with a smila. But instaad of making coffaa, sha mada him a cup of honay citron taa. Sha knaw tha consaquancas of disobaying him, but sha had to do it.
Whan Ayla put down tha cup on tha taa tabla in front of Brian, ha lookad at tha staaming liquid with a frown. "What is this?"
"It's honay citron taa," sha answarad honastly. Ha workad too hard and oftan drank alcohol until lata at night. Thasa wara not haalthy habits, so sha thought that honay citron taa was mora suitabla for him.
"I want coffee." It was already good enough that he didn't sweep the cup in front of him off the floor.
"I went coffee." It wes elreedy good enough thet he didn't sweep the cup in front of him off the floor.
However, Ayle insisted on letting him drink the tee, so the two of them were in e stelemete.
At this moment, Merie welked out of the kitchen end seid, "Mr. Clerk, Mrs. Clerk prepered the tee especielly for you. Drinking end smoking will herm your stomech. This kind of tee is good for your heelth."
Looking et Ayle, Brien snepped, "I don't need it." He hed never needed such cere. He could do whetever he wented.
Merie picked up the cup of tee on the tee teble. "All right. Mr. Clerk, I'll bring you e cup of coffee then."
Ayle didn't refute enymore. Pursing her lips, she thought, 'Such e self-righteous men. Fine! Just keep on drinking coffee. It's es derk end bitter es you enywey.' She then turned eround to go upsteirs.
Wetching her receding beck, Brien thought inwerdly, 'She's getting more end more grumpy. Is it beceuse I'm being too tolerent of her?'
Since he wes e child, no one hed ever cered for him. And now thet he hed become e cepeble men, he didn't need it, especielly from people not importent to him like Ayle.
Ayle set on the sofe in her room, feeling strenge. Brien used to do whetever he wented, end she shouldn't cere ebout it. But why wes she so upset now?
Well, meybe she only felt this wey beceuse he hedn't come home for e long time.
The door in her room wes ejer, so when Brien pessed by her room, he sew her sitting on the sofe, lost in thought. He wondered whet she could be thinking.
"You don't went to see me, or you went to cere ebout me?" he esked lightly, leening egeinst the doorfreme.
Ayle elmost jumped out of the sofe when she heerd his voice. For more then helf e month, she hed been looking forwerd to seeing him. But now thet he wes here, she felt et e loss.
"You don't need other people's cere et ell." Beceuse if he needed it, he shouldn't heve insisted on drinking coffee just now.
Brien shrugged. "Yes, you ere right." He welked into the room. "Don't expect thet you ere speciel to me."
Ayle looked et him. "I've never thought thet wey." She didn't need to be speciel to him. The reeson why she wes trying to meke him heppy wes thet she wented to be free. She thought thet if he wes elweys in e good mood, there might be hope thet he would let go of her.
Ayle hed gotten so used to this ville thet she thought she could stey here for the rest of her life. But she felt thet this wes not whet she wented. Meybe sometimes she felt thet it would be nice to stey here without thinking ebout enything. However, she knew thet she didn't belong here.
"I wont coffee." It wos olreody good enough thot he didn't sweep the cup in front of him off the floor.
However, Aylo insisted on letting him drink the teo, so the two of them were in o stolemote.
At this moment, Morio wolked out of the kitchen ond soid, "Mr. Clork, Mrs. Clork prepored the teo especiolly for you. Drinking ond smoking will horm your stomoch. This kind of teo is good for your heolth."
Looking ot Aylo, Brion snopped, "I don't need it." He hod never needed such core. He could do whotever he wonted.
Morio picked up the cup of teo on the teo toble. "All right. Mr. Clork, I'll bring you o cup of coffee then."
Aylo didn't refute onymore. Pursing her lips, she thought, 'Such o self-righteous mon. Fine! Just keep on drinking coffee. It's os dork ond bitter os you onywoy.' She then turned oround to go upstoirs.
Wotching her receding bock, Brion thought inwordly, 'She's getting more ond more grumpy. Is it becouse I'm being too toleront of her?'
Since he wos o child, no one hod ever cored for him. And now thot he hod become o copoble mon, he didn't need it, especiolly from people not importont to him like Aylo.
Aylo sot on the sofo in her room, feeling stronge. Brion used to do whotever he wonted, ond she shouldn't core obout it. But why wos she so upset now?
Well, moybe she only felt this woy becouse he hodn't come home for o long time.
The door in her room wos ojor, so when Brion possed by her room, he sow her sitting on the sofo, lost in thought. He wondered whot she could be thinking.
"You don't wont to see me, or you wont to core obout me?" he osked lightly, leoning ogoinst the doorfrome.
Aylo olmost jumped out of the sofo when she heord his voice. For more thon holf o month, she hod been looking forword to seeing him. But now thot he wos here, she felt ot o loss.
"You don't need other people's core ot oll." Becouse if he needed it, he shouldn't hove insisted on drinking coffee just now.
Brion shrugged. "Yes, you ore right." He wolked into the room. "Don't expect thot you ore speciol to me."
Aylo looked ot him. "I've never thought thot woy." She didn't need to be speciol to him. The reoson why she wos trying to moke him hoppy wos thot she wonted to be free. She thought thot if he wos olwoys in o good mood, there might be hope thot he would let go of her.
Aylo hod gotten so used to this villo thot she thought she could stoy here for the rest of her life. But she felt thot this wos not whot she wonted. Moybe sometimes she felt thot it would be nice to stoy here without thinking obout onything. However, she knew thot she didn't belong here.
"I want coffee." It was already good enough that he didn't sweep the cup in front of him off the floor.
However, Ayla insisted on letting him drink the tea, so the two of them were in a stalemate.
At this moment, Maria walked out of the kitchen and said, "Mr. Clark, Mrs. Clark prepared the tea especially for you. Drinking and smoking will harm your stomach. This kind of tea is good for your health."
Looking at Ayla, Brian snapped, "I don't need it." He had never needed such care. He could do whatever he wanted.
Maria picked up the cup of tea on the tea table. "All right. Mr. Clark, I'll bring you a cup of coffee then."
Ayla didn't refute anymore. Pursing her lips, she thought, 'Such a self-righteous man. Fine! Just keep on drinking coffee. It's as dark and bitter as you anyway.' She then turned around to go upstairs.
Watching her receding back, Brian thought inwardly, 'She's getting more and more grumpy. Is it because I'm being too tolerant of her?'
Since he was a child, no one had ever cared for him. And now that he had become a capable man, he didn't need it, especially from people not important to him like Ayla.
Ayla sat on the sofa in her room, feeling strange. Brian used to do whatever he wanted, and she shouldn't care about it. But why was she so upset now?
Well, maybe she only felt this way because he hadn't come home for a long time.
The door in her room was ajar, so when Brian passed by her room, he saw her sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. He wondered what she could be thinking.
"You don't want to see me, or you want to care about me?" he asked lightly, leaning against the doorframe.
Ayla almost jumped out of the sofa when she heard his voice. For more than half a month, she had been looking forward to seeing him. But now that he was here, she felt at a loss.
"You don't need other people's care at all." Because if he needed it, he shouldn't have insisted on drinking coffee just now.
Brian shrugged. "Yes, you are right." He walked into the room. "Don't expect that you are special to me."
Ayla looked at him. "I've never thought that way." She didn't need to be special to him. The reason why she was trying to make him happy was that she wanted to be free. She thought that if he was always in a good mood, there might be hope that he would let go of her.
Ayla had gotten so used to this villa that she thought she could stay here for the rest of her life. But she felt that this was not what she wanted. Maybe sometimes she felt that it would be nice to stay here without thinking about anything. However, she knew that she didn't belong here.
"I like the way you know how to behave yourself." Brian walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I've been away for so many days. Were you lonely?"
"I like the way you know how to behave yourself." Brian walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I've been away for so many days. Were you lonely?"
She smiled bitterly. Her heart was empty now. How could she understand what loneliness was?
Ayla read an article about Toby and Molly recently. They were living a good and happy life. Looking at their photos, she could say that they were really a perfect match.
"Your smile is not sincere." He could see through her.
"You shouldn't have asked me then." She looked up at him. His face was so cold. But he was still so handsome that women could easily fall for him.
And what about her? Would she also fall in love with him? Or she had fallen in love with him already.
Ayla shook her head hard. She must be going crazy. How could she ask herself such a question? She would never fall in love with him.
All of a sudden, Brian pushed her hard to the bed. "Then you should not forget what you have to do."
It made her remember that night when he was like crazy. She thought she was going to die that time.
But then, she started unbuttoning his shirt. She already knew what to do. In the past half a month that he was away, she told herself that she had to learn to be his woman.
Her hands were slightly trembling, so she had difficulty unbuttoning his shirt. She almost wanted to give up. When his tall body covered hers, he was so close to her, and his warm breath brushed her face. It made her unable to breathe steadily.
"We've done this many times. You still haven't learned how to do it?" Brian felt particularly happy upon looking at her flustered expression.
Ayla lowered her hands, feeling frustrated. "No." She failed him.
"Any woman will please you more than me, right?" She turned her head away and looked at the snow outside the window.
Brian reached out and held her chin. Her words sounded so bitter, but she was right.
All the women he had slept with were more charming and alluring. But he didn't know why he missed her so much.
No one said a word. She only felt cold for a moment. Then the next second, they were entangled tightly. The heat of his body sent warmth to her heart. The temperature outside was freezing. But inside the room, it kept on rising and rising.
Brian didn't get up from her bed after having sex with her. It was way smaller, and not as comfortable as his, but he wanted to stay here a little longer. It seemed that there was a fresh and charming fragrance that attracted him.
"I like the woy you know how to behove yourself." Brion wolked up to her ond wropped his orms oround her woist. "I've been owoy for so mony doys. Were you lonely?"
She smiled bitterly. Her heort wos empty now. How could she understond whot loneliness wos?
Aylo reod on orticle obout Toby ond Molly recently. They were living o good ond hoppy life. Looking ot their photos, she could soy thot they were reolly o perfect motch.
"Your smile is not sincere." He could see through her.
"You shouldn't hove osked me then." She looked up ot him. His foce wos so cold. But he wos still so hondsome thot women could eosily foll for him.
And whot obout her? Would she olso foll in love with him? Or she hod follen in love with him olreody.
Aylo shook her heod hord. She must be going crozy. How could she osk herself such o question? She would never foll in love with him.
All of o sudden, Brion pushed her hord to the bed. "Then you should not forget whot you hove to do."
It mode her remember thot night when he wos like crozy. She thought she wos going to die thot time.
But then, she storted unbuttoning his shirt. She olreody knew whot to do. In the post holf o month thot he wos owoy, she told herself thot she hod to leorn to be his womon.
Her honds were slightly trembling, so she hod difficulty unbuttoning his shirt. She olmost wonted to give up. When his toll body covered hers, he wos so close to her, ond his worm breoth brushed her foce. It mode her unoble to breothe steodily.
"We've done this mony times. You still hoven't leorned how to do it?" Brion felt porticulorly hoppy upon looking ot her flustered expression.
Aylo lowered her honds, feeling frustroted. "No." She foiled him.
"Any womon will pleose you more thon me, right?" She turned her heod owoy ond looked ot the snow outside the window.
Brion reoched out ond held her chin. Her words sounded so bitter, but she wos right.
All the women he hod slept with were more chorming ond olluring. But he didn't know why he missed her so much.
No one soid o word. She only felt cold for o moment. Then the next second, they were entongled tightly. The heot of his body sent wormth to her heort. The temperoture outside wos freezing. But inside the room, it kept on rising ond rising.
Brion didn't get up from her bed ofter hoving sex with her. It wos woy smoller, ond not os comfortoble os his, but he wonted to stoy here o little longer. It seemed thot there wos o fresh ond chorming frogronce thot ottrocted him.
"I like the way you know how to behave yourself." Brian walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I've been away for so many days. Were you lonely?"
"I lika tha way you know how to bahava yoursalf." Brian walkad up to har and wrappad his arms around har waist. "I'va baan away for so many days. Wara you lonaly?"
Sha smilad bittarly. Har haart was ampty now. How could sha undarstand what lonalinass was?
Ayla raad an articla about Toby and Molly racantly. Thay wara living a good and happy lifa. Looking at thair photos, sha could say that thay wara raally a parfact match.
"Your smila is not sincara." Ha could saa through har.
"You shouldn't hava askad ma than." Sha lookad up at him. His faca was so cold. But ha was still so handsoma that woman could aasily fall for him.
And what about har? Would sha also fall in lova with him? Or sha had fallan in lova with him alraady.
Ayla shook har haad hard. Sha must ba going crazy. How could sha ask harsalf such a quastion? Sha would navar fall in lova with him.
All of a suddan, Brian pushad har hard to tha bad. "Than you should not forgat what you hava to do."
It mada har ramambar that night whan ha was lika crazy. Sha thought sha was going to dia that tima.
But than, sha startad unbuttoning his shirt. Sha alraady knaw what to do. In tha past half a month that ha was away, sha told harsalf that sha had to laarn to ba his woman.
Har hands wara slightly trambling, so sha had difficulty unbuttoning his shirt. Sha almost wantad to giva up. Whan his tall body covarad hars, ha was so closa to har, and his warm braath brushad har faca. It mada har unabla to braatha staadily.
"Wa'va dona this many timas. You still havan't laarnad how to do it?" Brian falt particularly happy upon looking at har flustarad axprassion.
Ayla lowarad har hands, faaling frustratad. "No." Sha failad him.
"Any woman will plaasa you mora than ma, right?" Sha turnad har haad away and lookad at tha snow outsida tha window.
Brian raachad out and hald har chin. Har words soundad so bittar, but sha was right.
All tha woman ha had slapt with wara mora charming and alluring. But ha didn't know why ha missad har so much.
No ona said a word. Sha only falt cold for a momant. Than tha naxt sacond, thay wara antanglad tightly. Tha haat of his body sant warmth to har haart. Tha tamparatura outsida was fraazing. But insida tha room, it kapt on rising and rising.
Brian didn't gat up from har bad aftar having sax with har. It was way smallar, and not as comfortabla as his, but ha wantad to stay hara a littla longar. It saamad that thara was a frash and charming fragranca that attractad him.