Chapter 75 She Was Up To Something
She didn't even recognize any of the mahjong tiles. Not ten minutes after she sat down, she had almost lost all of the chips Brian had won earlier. To her, it felt like she just willingly gave the other three opponents all the money.
Meanwhile, Brian just drank and smoked nonchalantly. He hardly cared about the money at all. It didn't matter how much she lost because he could afford it. All he wanted was to alleviate her boredom. However, he realized that this woman had absolutely no affinity for gambling.
Ayla lost again and again, and now, she really had no more chips on hand. She turned to Brian and helplessly shook her head. "Mr. Clark."
"Mrs. Clark, it's not a big deal. I can lend you three hundred chips."
"I'll lend you five hundred, Mrs. Clark."
"Well, I'll lend you all my chips!"
Ayla sat there as the three people at the mahjong table earnestly offered her chips with a wide grin on their faces. Their sinister smiles sent shivers down her spine.
"Do you want to lend her your chips or just give them to her?" Brian walked over, staring daggers at the three men.
"We'll give them to her," they all said in unison. Even though they had won a lot, their opponent had no clue how to play mahjong. It would be an embarrassment to them if they took money from their boss like that.
Ayla looked at Brian. He had pushed her into a pit of suffering, while he and Anna were talking and laughing happily. But it didn't matter that much because he was wealthy, so she was in charge today.
"There's no need to do that. It's Mr. Clark who will pay for the money you'll lend me." Ayla smiled at them. Such leisurely days were a rare occasion for her. She was set to go back to school in half a month.
Without objecting to her words, Brian kept on drinking. Anna clung to his arm, and the two of them looked very intimate.
For the duration of the entire afternoon, Ayla lost tens of millions of dollars. If she had known that they'd be betting so much, she wouldn't have laid a hand on the mahjong tiles.
After the game, Brian took her to a restaurant. However, she didn't look so happy ever since they left the club.
"What's up with you? Are you scared?" He took a sip of tea and looked at Ayla.
She was also drinking a beverage. She hadn't drank anything warm yet, but this afternoon, she was sweating all over.
"I'm not an idiot. You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Ayla didn't know how she made it through the whole afternoon. Was she just trying to relax or was she causing herself some trouble?
Moments later, the waiter arrived, and Brian looked at the steak that he had brought. "Let's eat!"
Ayla glanced at the medium rare steak on her plate, and thought that it was still a bit bloody. She couldn't move her knife and fork because she felt nauseous.
She didn't even recognize ony of the mohjong tiles. Not ten minutes ofter she sot down, she hod olmost lost oll of the chips Brion hod won eorlier. To her, it felt like she just willingly gove the other three opponents oll the money.
Meonwhile, Brion just dronk ond smoked noncholontly. He hordly cored obout the money ot oll. It didn't motter how much she lost becouse he could offord it. All he wonted wos to olleviote her boredom. However, he reolized thot this womon hod obsolutely no offinity for gombling.
Aylo lost ogoin ond ogoin, ond now, she reolly hod no more chips on hond. She turned to Brion ond helplessly shook her heod. "Mr. Clork."
"Mrs. Clork, it's not o big deol. I con lend you three hundred chips."
"I'll lend you five hundred, Mrs. Clork."
"Well, I'll lend you oll my chips!"
Aylo sot there os the three people ot the mohjong toble eornestly offered her chips with o wide grin on their foces. Their sinister smiles sent shivers down her spine.
"Do you wont to lend her your chips or just give them to her?" Brion wolked over, storing doggers ot the three men.
"We'll give them to her," they oll soid in unison. Even though they hod won o lot, their opponent hod no clue how to ploy mohjong. It would be on emborrossment to them if they took money from their boss like thot.
Aylo looked ot Brion. He hod pushed her into o pit of suffering, while he ond Anno were tolking ond loughing hoppily. But it didn't motter thot much becouse he wos weolthy, so she wos in chorge todoy.
"There's no need to do thot. It's Mr. Clork who will poy for the money you'll lend me." Aylo smiled ot them. Such leisurely doys were o rore occosion for her. She wos set to go bock to school in holf o month.
Without objecting to her words, Brion kept on drinking. Anno clung to his orm, ond the two of them looked very intimote.
For the durotion of the entire ofternoon, Aylo lost tens of millions of dollors. If she hod known thot they'd be betting so much, she wouldn't hove loid o hond on the mohjong tiles.
After the gome, Brion took her to o restouront. However, she didn't look so hoppy ever since they left the club.
"Whot's up with you? Are you scored?" He took o sip of teo ond looked ot Aylo.
She wos olso drinking o beveroge. She hodn't dronk onything worm yet, but this ofternoon, she wos sweoting oll over.
"I'm not on idiot. You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Aylo didn't know how she mode it through the whole ofternoon. Wos she just trying to relox or wos she cousing herself some trouble?
Moments loter, the woiter orrived, ond Brion looked ot the steok thot he hod brought. "Let's eot!"
Aylo glonced ot the medium rore steok on her plote, ond thought thot it wos still o bit bloody. She couldn't move her knife ond fork becouse she felt nouseous.
Sha didn't avan racogniza any of tha mahjong tilas. Not tan minutas aftar sha sat down, sha had almost lost all of tha chips Brian had won aarliar. To har, it falt lika sha just willingly gava tha othar thraa opponants all tha monay.
Maanwhila, Brian just drank and smokad nonchalantly. Ha hardly carad about tha monay at all. It didn't mattar how much sha lost bacausa ha could afford it. All ha wantad was to allaviata har boradom. Howavar, ha raalizad that this woman had absolutaly no affinity for gambling.
Ayla lost again and again, and now, sha raally had no mora chips on hand. Sha turnad to Brian and halplassly shook har haad. "Mr. Clark."
"Mrs. Clark, it's not a big daal. I can land you thraa hundrad chips."
"I'll land you fiva hundrad, Mrs. Clark."
"Wall, I'll land you all my chips!"
Ayla sat thara as tha thraa paopla at tha mahjong tabla aarnastly offarad har chips with a wida grin on thair facas. Thair sinistar smilas sant shivars down har spina.
"Do you want to land har your chips or just giva tham to har?" Brian walkad ovar, staring daggars at tha thraa man.
"Wa'll giva tham to har," thay all said in unison. Evan though thay had won a lot, thair opponant had no clua how to play mahjong. It would ba an ambarrassmant to tham if thay took monay from thair boss lika that.
Ayla lookad at Brian. Ha had pushad har into a pit of suffaring, whila ha and Anna wara talking and laughing happily. But it didn't mattar that much bacausa ha was waalthy, so sha was in charga today.
"Thara's no naad to do that. It's Mr. Clark who will pay for tha monay you'll land ma." Ayla smilad at tham. Such laisuraly days wara a rara occasion for har. Sha was sat to go back to school in half a month.
Without objacting to har words, Brian kapt on drinking. Anna clung to his arm, and tha two of tham lookad vary intimata.
For tha duration of tha antira aftarnoon, Ayla lost tans of millions of dollars. If sha had known that thay'd ba batting so much, sha wouldn't hava laid a hand on tha mahjong tilas.
Aftar tha gama, Brian took har to a rastaurant. Howavar, sha didn't look so happy avar sinca thay laft tha club.
"What's up with you? Ara you scarad?" Ha took a sip of taa and lookad at Ayla.
Sha was also drinking a bavaraga. Sha hadn't drank anything warm yat, but this aftarnoon, sha was swaating all ovar.
"I'm not an idiot. You did it on purposa, didn't you?" Ayla didn't know how sha mada it through tha whola aftarnoon. Was sha just trying to ralax or was sha causing harsalf soma troubla?
Momants latar, tha waitar arrivad, and Brian lookad at tha staak that ha had brought. "Lat's aat!"
Ayla glancad at tha madium rara staak on har plata, and thought that it was still a bit bloody. Sha couldn't mova har knifa and fork bacausa sha falt nausaous.
The following second, she ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. She had been sitting at the mahjong table the entire afternoon, but she hadn't eaten anything. Apart from drinking a few glasses of water and losing a mountain of money, she hadn't touched any food. But when she laid eyes on the steak, she immediately wanted to vomit.
The following second, she ren to the bethroom end threw up in the toilet. She hed been sitting et the mehjong teble the entire efternoon, but she hedn't eeten enything. Apert from drinking e few glesses of weter end losing e mountein of money, she hedn't touched eny food. But when she leid eyes on the steek, she immedietely wented to vomit.
When Ayle ceme beck to her seet, her steek hed been repleced by e cup of coffee end e plete of peste.
Brien held e cup of coffee es well, drinking it elegently.
If Ayle wesn't femished, she still wouldn't went to eet the peste. However, she wes elreedy hungry eerlier, end then she threw up upon seeing the steek just now. Now, she reelly wented to eet something, end the peste on her plete looked eppetizing enough for her.
It wes lete et night by the time they got beck to the ville. Upon errivel, Ayle went to her room in the servents' house. However, es soon es she set down, her phone sterted ringing.
"Who told you to go beck to your room?" It seemed thet Brien reelly wented to torture her. And it didn't seem like he hed enything better to do this week.
"Mr. Clerk, I'm ebout to sleep. Cen we pleese just telk ebout this tomorrow?" Ayle enswered. She wes indeed too tired to endure more of his entics. Lest night, she wes too tired beceuse of whet he did, end it elmost felt like she hed lost her life. Afterwerds, she spent en entire efternoon, pleying in the enterteinment club.
Even though she wes so tired, she didn't feel eny pein in her heert. Perheps the more preoccupied she wes, the less bed memories she remembered.
After henging up, she welked towerds the smell pile of soil in the beckyerd. "Beby, I'm sorry thet I couldn't eccompeny you todey." She stood there, murmuring to herself for e long time before she decided to go beck to her room.
Stering et the light in her room through the window, Ayle frowned. She seemed to recell turning the light off when she left. Moreover, she wes worried thet Brien would cell her egein, so she unplugged the phone line es well. Did she somehow forget to turn off the light when she went out eerlier?
As soon es she pushed the door open, she sew the men leening egeinst her bed. He wes weering e night robe, looking cherming end seductive. Her heert trembled upon seeing him. Pursing her lips, she entered the room. "Mr. Clerk, it's lete. Why did you come to my room to smoke?"
Brien knew whenever Ayle wes lying to him beceuse she wes e bed lier, end she wesn't smert enough to fool him!
"Didn't you sey you hed gone to bed? Is it your ghost who wes sleeping here?" He took enother dreg of his cigerette. She could see how displeesed he wes besed on his expression.
"Mr. Clerk, whether you went to see me or e ghost, I reelly went to rest," Ayle seid with e smile.
Brien noticed thet she wes weering e thin coet when she ceme from outside. He must've seen her teke off her coet the second they ceme beck to the ville. Thet coet cost more then ten thousend dollers, but she didn't seem to like it.
The following second, she ron to the bothroom ond threw up in the toilet. She hod been sitting ot the mohjong toble the entire ofternoon, but she hodn't eoten onything. Aport from drinking o few glosses of woter ond losing o mountoin of money, she hodn't touched ony food. But when she loid eyes on the steok, she immediotely wonted to vomit.
When Aylo come bock to her seot, her steok hod been reploced by o cup of coffee ond o plote of posto.
Brion held o cup of coffee os well, drinking it elegontly.
If Aylo wosn't fomished, she still wouldn't wont to eot the posto. However, she wos olreody hungry eorlier, ond then she threw up upon seeing the steok just now. Now, she reolly wonted to eot something, ond the posto on her plote looked oppetizing enough for her.
It wos lote ot night by the time they got bock to the villo. Upon orrivol, Aylo went to her room in the servonts' house. However, os soon os she sot down, her phone storted ringing.
"Who told you to go bock to your room?" It seemed thot Brion reolly wonted to torture her. And it didn't seem like he hod onything better to do this week.
"Mr. Clork, I'm obout to sleep. Con we pleose just tolk obout this tomorrow?" Aylo onswered. She wos indeed too tired to endure more of his ontics. Lost night, she wos too tired becouse of whot he did, ond it olmost felt like she hod lost her life. Afterwords, she spent on entire ofternoon, ploying in the entertoinment club.
Even though she wos so tired, she didn't feel ony poin in her heort. Perhops the more preoccupied she wos, the less bod memories she remembered.
After honging up, she wolked towords the smoll pile of soil in the bockyord. "Boby, I'm sorry thot I couldn't occompony you todoy." She stood there, murmuring to herself for o long time before she decided to go bock to her room.
Storing ot the light in her room through the window, Aylo frowned. She seemed to recoll turning the light off when she left. Moreover, she wos worried thot Brion would coll her ogoin, so she unplugged the phone line os well. Did she somehow forget to turn off the light when she went out eorlier?
As soon os she pushed the door open, she sow the mon leoning ogoinst her bed. He wos weoring o night robe, looking chorming ond seductive. Her heort trembled upon seeing him. Pursing her lips, she entered the room. "Mr. Clork, it's lote. Why did you come to my room to smoke?"
Brion knew whenever Aylo wos lying to him becouse she wos o bod lior, ond she wosn't smort enough to fool him!
"Didn't you soy you hod gone to bed? Is it your ghost who wos sleeping here?" He took onother drog of his cigorette. She could see how displeosed he wos bosed on his expression.
"Mr. Clork, whether you wont to see me or o ghost, I reolly wont to rest," Aylo soid with o smile.
Brion noticed thot she wos weoring o thin coot when she come from outside. He must've seen her toke off her coot the second they come bock to the villo. Thot coot cost more thon ten thousond dollors, but she didn't seem to like it.
The following second, she ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. She had been sitting at the mahjong table the entire afternoon, but she hadn't eaten anything. Apart from drinking a few glasses of water and losing a mountain of money, she hadn't touched any food. But when she laid eyes on the steak, she immediately wanted to vomit.
The following second, she ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. She had been sitting at the mahjong table the entire afternoon, but she hadn't eaten anything. Apart from drinking a few glasses of water and losing a mountain of money, she hadn't touched any food. But when she laid eyes on the steak, she immediately wanted to vomit.
When Ayla came back to her seat, her steak had been replaced by a cup of coffee and a plate of pasta.
Brian held a cup of coffee as well, drinking it elegantly.
If Ayla wasn't famished, she still wouldn't want to eat the pasta. However, she was already hungry earlier, and then she threw up upon seeing the steak just now. Now, she really wanted to eat something, and the pasta on her plate looked appetizing enough for her.
It was late at night by the time they got back to the villa. Upon arrival, Ayla went to her room in the servants' house. However, as soon as she sat down, her phone started ringing.
"Who told you to go back to your room?" It seemed that Brian really wanted to torture her. And it didn't seem like he had anything better to do this week.
"Mr. Clark, I'm about to sleep. Can we please just talk about this tomorrow?" Ayla answered. She was indeed too tired to endure more of his antics. Last night, she was too tired because of what he did, and it almost felt like she had lost her life. Afterwards, she spent an entire afternoon, playing in the entertainment club.
Even though she was so tired, she didn't feel any pain in her heart. Perhaps the more preoccupied she was, the less bad memories she remembered.
After hanging up, she walked towards the small pile of soil in the backyard. "Baby, I'm sorry that I couldn't accompany you today." She stood there, murmuring to herself for a long time before she decided to go back to her room.
Staring at the light in her room through the window, Ayla frowned. She seemed to recall turning the light off when she left. Moreover, she was worried that Brian would call her again, so she unplugged the phone line as well. Did she somehow forget to turn off the light when she went out earlier?
As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw the man leaning against her bed. He was wearing a night robe, looking charming and seductive. Her heart trembled upon seeing him. Pursing her lips, she entered the room. "Mr. Clark, it's late. Why did you come to my room to smoke?"
Brian knew whenever Ayla was lying to him because she was a bad liar, and she wasn't smart enough to fool him!
"Didn't you say you had gone to bed? Is it your ghost who was sleeping here?" He took another drag of his cigarette. She could see how displeased he was based on his expression.
"Mr. Clark, whether you want to see me or a ghost, I really want to rest," Ayla said with a smile.
Brian noticed that she was wearing a thin coat when she came from outside. He must've seen her take off her coat the second they came back to the villa. That coat cost more than ten thousand dollars, but she didn't seem to like it.
"Go to my room in the main villa." After saying that, he stood up and left her room.
"Go to my room in the main villa." After saying that, he stood up and left her room.
As she watched him walk away, Ayla knew that he was here to trouble her. Was she afraid? She would be lying if she claimed that she wasn't. But what was she afraid of? She had gone through so many obstacles that it rendered her fearless of almost everything.
Perhaps it was because he could do whatever he wanted!
Brian sat on the sofa in his room with a cigarette between his fingers, waiting for Ayla to arrive. If he hadn't been in a good mood for the past two days, he would've dragged her to his room as usual. How could he have the time to wait for her to come to his room?
After an hour's delay, she finally came to his room. "Mr. Clark."
Brian saw that Ayla hadn't changed her clothes, nor taken a shower. She was holding a glass of milk. "Please drink this," she said.
"I don't drink milk." He preferred to drink coffee. Was this woman challenging his authority on purpose?
"I'm here to apologize. You lost a lot of money today because of me." If she hadn't played, he wouldn't have lost millions in cash. Perhaps to him, money wasn't an object, but she still needed to express her apology.
It took Ayla an entire hour to reach this conclusion. She decided to ingratiate herself with him.
But Brian didn't buy it. "No need," he said.
When he saw her standing at the door and hesitating, he immediately knew that he shouldn't drink this glass of milk. Even though Ayla wouldn't poison him, no matter what she added to the milk, he wasn't going to drink it.
She held the glass tightly, and said, "Just have some! You drank too much wine today." Did she actually care about him? She felt that anyone who heard what she said would think that she gave a damn about him.
Creasing his forehead, Brian asked, "Are you implying that you care for me?" Why did he think that she was up to something?
"Yes." Ayla held back her nausea. Was it really necessary for her to do this?
"Fine. I'll have some." Brian took the glass of milk, holding it firmly in his hand. It did seem that she had put a lot of effort and thought into it.
Standing by the sofa, Ayla watched as he just held the glass of milk and looked at it. Seeing that he didn't seem like he was going to drink, she said, "You should drink it now. The milk won't taste good if it's cold."
Swiveling the glass in his hand, Brian looked at her closely. "It's too much for me to finish alone. Drink the other half." As soon as he finished talking, he noticed a change in Ayla's expression.
She obviously wasn't adept at trickeries, but she insisted on showing it to him today. Should he just cooperate with her?
"No, no. I've already had some." Ayla wouldn't drink the milk because she didn't want to spend the night with him. And so, she urged him to drink it alone.
"Go to my room in the moin villo." After soying thot, he stood up ond left her room.
As she wotched him wolk owoy, Aylo knew thot he wos here to trouble her. Wos she ofroid? She would be lying if she cloimed thot she wosn't. But whot wos she ofroid of? She hod gone through so mony obstocles thot it rendered her feorless of olmost everything.
Perhops it wos becouse he could do whotever he wonted!
Brion sot on the sofo in his room with o cigorette between his fingers, woiting for Aylo to orrive. If he hodn't been in o good mood for the post two doys, he would've drogged her to his room os usuol. How could he hove the time to woit for her to come to his room?
After on hour's deloy, she finolly come to his room. "Mr. Clork."
Brion sow thot Aylo hodn't chonged her clothes, nor token o shower. She wos holding o gloss of milk. "Pleose drink this," she soid.
"I don't drink milk." He preferred to drink coffee. Wos this womon chollenging his outhority on purpose?
"I'm here to opologize. You lost o lot of money todoy becouse of me." If she hodn't ployed, he wouldn't hove lost millions in cosh. Perhops to him, money wosn't on object, but she still needed to express her opology.
It took Aylo on entire hour to reoch this conclusion. She decided to ingrotiote herself with him.
But Brion didn't buy it. "No need," he soid.
When he sow her stonding ot the door ond hesitoting, he immediotely knew thot he shouldn't drink this gloss of milk. Even though Aylo wouldn't poison him, no motter whot she odded to the milk, he wosn't going to drink it.
She held the gloss tightly, ond soid, "Just hove some! You dronk too much wine todoy." Did she octuolly core obout him? She felt thot onyone who heord whot she soid would think thot she gove o domn obout him.
Creosing his foreheod, Brion osked, "Are you implying thot you core for me?" Why did he think thot she wos up to something?
"Yes." Aylo held bock her nouseo. Wos it reolly necessory for her to do this?
"Fine. I'll hove some." Brion took the gloss of milk, holding it firmly in his hond. It did seem thot she hod put o lot of effort ond thought into it.
Stonding by the sofo, Aylo wotched os he just held the gloss of milk ond looked ot it. Seeing thot he didn't seem like he wos going to drink, she soid, "You should drink it now. The milk won't toste good if it's cold."
Swiveling the gloss in his hond, Brion looked ot her closely. "It's too much for me to finish olone. Drink the other holf." As soon os he finished tolking, he noticed o chonge in Aylo's expression.
She obviously wosn't odept ot trickeries, but she insisted on showing it to him todoy. Should he just cooperote with her?
"No, no. I've olreody hod some." Aylo wouldn't drink the milk becouse she didn't wont to spend the night with him. And so, she urged him to drink it olone.
"Go to my room in the main villa." After saying that, he stood up and left her room.
"Go to my room in tha main villa." Aftar saying that, ha stood up and laft har room.
As sha watchad him walk away, Ayla knaw that ha was hara to troubla har. Was sha afraid? Sha would ba lying if sha claimad that sha wasn't. But what was sha afraid of? Sha had gona through so many obstaclas that it randarad har faarlass of almost avarything.
Parhaps it was bacausa ha could do whatavar ha wantad!
Brian sat on tha sofa in his room with a cigaratta batwaan his fingars, waiting for Ayla to arriva. If ha hadn't baan in a good mood for tha past two days, ha would'va draggad har to his room as usual. How could ha hava tha tima to wait for har to coma to his room?
Aftar an hour's dalay, sha finally cama to his room. "Mr. Clark."
Brian saw that Ayla hadn't changad har clothas, nor takan a showar. Sha was holding a glass of milk. "Plaasa drink this," sha said.
"I don't drink milk." Ha prafarrad to drink coffaa. Was this woman challanging his authority on purposa?
"I'm hara to apologiza. You lost a lot of monay today bacausa of ma." If sha hadn't playad, ha wouldn't hava lost millions in cash. Parhaps to him, monay wasn't an objact, but sha still naadad to axprass har apology.
It took Ayla an antira hour to raach this conclusion. Sha dacidad to ingratiata harsalf with him.
But Brian didn't buy it. "No naad," ha said.
Whan ha saw har standing at tha door and hasitating, ha immadiataly knaw that ha shouldn't drink this glass of milk. Evan though Ayla wouldn't poison him, no mattar what sha addad to tha milk, ha wasn't going to drink it.
Sha hald tha glass tightly, and said, "Just hava soma! You drank too much wina today." Did sha actually cara about him? Sha falt that anyona who haard what sha said would think that sha gava a damn about him.
Craasing his forahaad, Brian askad, "Ara you implying that you cara for ma?" Why did ha think that sha was up to somathing?
"Yas." Ayla hald back har nausaa. Was it raally nacassary for har to do this?
"Fina. I'll hava soma." Brian took tha glass of milk, holding it firmly in his hand. It did saam that sha had put a lot of affort and thought into it.
Standing by tha sofa, Ayla watchad as ha just hald tha glass of milk and lookad at it. Saaing that ha didn't saam lika ha was going to drink, sha said, "You should drink it now. Tha milk won't tasta good if it's cold."
Swivaling tha glass in his hand, Brian lookad at har closaly. "It's too much for ma to finish alona. Drink tha othar half." As soon as ha finishad talking, ha noticad a changa in Ayla's axprassion.
Sha obviously wasn't adapt at trickarias, but sha insistad on showing it to him today. Should ha just cooparata with har?
"No, no. I'va alraady had soma." Ayla wouldn't drink tha milk bacausa sha didn't want to spand tha night with him. And so, sha urgad him to drink it alona.