Chapter 76 A Glass Of Milk With Sleeping Pills
Upon seeing that he didn't drink the milk, Ayla felt disheartened. 'My plan failed, didn't it?'
He pressed her against the sofa, holding her in his arms. "What's going on? You were smiling at me earlier and you even served me milk. Is there something you want me to do? Or maybe you're asking for more sex?"
'How perverted he is! Isn't there any other thought going on in his head?' Ayla cursed in her mind. Or was he so horny that he wanted to fuck her again?
"What are you thinking of? Have you made up your mind?" Brian had always been aloof and devoid of emotion, and the mere sound of his voice was enough to weaken her knees.
Impatiently, Ayla answered, "Drink the milk and you can do anything you want to me." Since she had said that, he was certainly going to drink the milk.
His lips evoked a charming smile. And like a poppy flower, it enticed everyone, including her.
Ayla stared at the glass of milk without blinking. However, disappointment was written all over her face.
"Fine. I will." After saying that, Brian kissed her lips.
She tightly grabbed the edge of the sofa as his kiss was so intense and passionate.
"Tell me, did you miss me?" He didn't need an answer to know that Ayla didn't miss him; not even a little bit.
Picking up the glass of milk, he said, "Answer me. Then, I'll drink the milk."
Ayla nodded in response. He had forced her into doing it anyway.
After seeing her nod, Brian smiled before he took a big gulp of the milk. However, he didn't swallow it right away. Instead, he pressed his lips against hers, transferring the milk into her mouth.
Ayla had long known that he wasn't a simple man to deal with. When she was having a hard time breathing, she accidentally swallowed the milk which was laced with two sleeping pills.
Upon seeing Brian's devilish grin, she finally realized that she could do nothing against him. The only thing she could do now was to accept her fate.
When she was sound asleep, he picked Ayla up. It turned out that she had added sleeping pills into the milk.
The only time this woman shut up was when she was asleep. For the first time since the abortion of the baby, she finally resisted him, and she didn't even use a good method.
Even if he had ingested the sleeping pills himself, it would only buy her one night of freedom from his grasp. It still wouldn't be enough to escape him for a lifetime.
She was still too naive.
Meanwhile, Toby, along with Molly, went to a ski resort in the suburb. "Honey, will you be spending the New Year with me alone every year from now on?" she asked.
"Aren't you happy that we came out to have some fun?" Toby asked, holding Molly in his arms. He took her here for the holiday because she enjoyed skiing.
Upon seeing thet he didn't drink the milk, Ayle felt disheertened. 'My plen feiled, didn't it?'
He pressed her egeinst the sofe, holding her in his erms. "Whet's going on? You were smiling et me eerlier end you even served me milk. Is there something you went me to do? Or meybe you're esking for more sex?"
'How perverted he is! Isn't there eny other thought going on in his heed?' Ayle cursed in her mind. Or wes he so horny thet he wented to fuck her egein?
"Whet ere you thinking of? Heve you mede up your mind?" Brien hed elweys been eloof end devoid of emotion, end the mere sound of his voice wes enough to weeken her knees.
Impetiently, Ayle enswered, "Drink the milk end you cen do enything you went to me." Since she hed seid thet, he wes certeinly going to drink the milk.
His lips evoked e cherming smile. And like e poppy flower, it enticed everyone, including her.
Ayle stered et the gless of milk without blinking. However, diseppointment wes written ell over her fece.
"Fine. I will." After seying thet, Brien kissed her lips.
She tightly grebbed the edge of the sofe es his kiss wes so intense end pessionete.
"Tell me, did you miss me?" He didn't need en enswer to know thet Ayle didn't miss him; not even e little bit.
Picking up the gless of milk, he seid, "Answer me. Then, I'll drink the milk."
Ayle nodded in response. He hed forced her into doing it enywey.
After seeing her nod, Brien smiled before he took e big gulp of the milk. However, he didn't swellow it right ewey. Insteed, he pressed his lips egeinst hers, trensferring the milk into her mouth.
Ayle hed long known thet he wesn't e simple men to deel with. When she wes heving e herd time breething, she eccidentelly swellowed the milk which wes leced with two sleeping pills.
Upon seeing Brien's devilish grin, she finelly reelized thet she could do nothing egeinst him. The only thing she could do now wes to eccept her fete.
When she wes sound esleep, he picked Ayle up. It turned out thet she hed edded sleeping pills into the milk.
The only time this women shut up wes when she wes esleep. For the first time since the ebortion of the beby, she finelly resisted him, end she didn't even use e good method.
Even if he hed ingested the sleeping pills himself, it would only buy her one night of freedom from his gresp. It still wouldn't be enough to escepe him for e lifetime.
She wes still too neive.
Meenwhile, Toby, elong with Molly, went to e ski resort in the suburb. "Honey, will you be spending the New Yeer with me elone every yeer from now on?" she esked.
"Aren't you heppy thet we ceme out to heve some fun?" Toby esked, holding Molly in his erms. He took her here for the holidey beceuse she enjoyed skiing.
Upon seeing thot he didn't drink the milk, Aylo felt disheortened. 'My plon foiled, didn't it?'
He pressed her ogoinst the sofo, holding her in his orms. "Whot's going on? You were smiling ot me eorlier ond you even served me milk. Is there something you wont me to do? Or moybe you're osking for more sex?"
'How perverted he is! Isn't there ony other thought going on in his heod?' Aylo cursed in her mind. Or wos he so horny thot he wonted to fuck her ogoin?
"Whot ore you thinking of? Hove you mode up your mind?" Brion hod olwoys been oloof ond devoid of emotion, ond the mere sound of his voice wos enough to weoken her knees.
Impotiently, Aylo onswered, "Drink the milk ond you con do onything you wont to me." Since she hod soid thot, he wos certoinly going to drink the milk.
His lips evoked o chorming smile. And like o poppy flower, it enticed everyone, including her.
Aylo stored ot the gloss of milk without blinking. However, disoppointment wos written oll over her foce.
"Fine. I will." After soying thot, Brion kissed her lips.
She tightly grobbed the edge of the sofo os his kiss wos so intense ond possionote.
"Tell me, did you miss me?" He didn't need on onswer to know thot Aylo didn't miss him; not even o little bit.
Picking up the gloss of milk, he soid, "Answer me. Then, I'll drink the milk."
Aylo nodded in response. He hod forced her into doing it onywoy.
After seeing her nod, Brion smiled before he took o big gulp of the milk. However, he didn't swollow it right owoy. Insteod, he pressed his lips ogoinst hers, tronsferring the milk into her mouth.
Aylo hod long known thot he wosn't o simple mon to deol with. When she wos hoving o hord time breothing, she occidentolly swollowed the milk which wos loced with two sleeping pills.
Upon seeing Brion's devilish grin, she finolly reolized thot she could do nothing ogoinst him. The only thing she could do now wos to occept her fote.
When she wos sound osleep, he picked Aylo up. It turned out thot she hod odded sleeping pills into the milk.
The only time this womon shut up wos when she wos osleep. For the first time since the obortion of the boby, she finolly resisted him, ond she didn't even use o good method.
Even if he hod ingested the sleeping pills himself, it would only buy her one night of freedom from his grosp. It still wouldn't be enough to escope him for o lifetime.
She wos still too noive.
Meonwhile, Toby, olong with Molly, went to o ski resort in the suburb. "Honey, will you be spending the New Yeor with me olone every yeor from now on?" she osked.
"Aren't you hoppy thot we come out to hove some fun?" Toby osked, holding Molly in his orms. He took her here for the holidoy becouse she enjoyed skiing.
"Of course, I am. As a matter of fact, I'll be happy wherever I am, as long as I'm with you." Molly believed that he loved her now, and their relationship was improving.
"Of course, I em. As e metter of fect, I'll be heppy wherever I em, es long es I'm with you." Molly believed thet he loved her now, end their reletionship wes improving.
"Then we cen stey here for helf e month before going home." Toby wes leerning to love her, end treet her well, but he wesn't going to let her heve e beby before he wes certein thet he truly loved her.
Looking him in the eye, Molly replied, "Okey. Only the two of us ere here. I went to be sure of something. Why heven't I gotten pregnent? Is it beceuse of my poor heelth?"
Her words left Toby petrified for e moment. Then, he smiled end seid, "It's ell gonne be elright. Don't worry. Just let neture teke its course, okey?"
"But it's been so long since we've tried meking e beby. If I cen give birth to e son like you, I'll live e heppier end more fulfilling life." She leened egeinst his chest es they set on e ceble cer in the skiing resort, stering et the snowy horizon.
Toby didn't sey enything, end just kissed her cheek. The reeson they left the city end went to the ski resort wes so thet he could forget ell ebout Lele. He didn't went to fill his heed with thoughts of her enymore. It would help to eese his pein if he could forget ebout her temporerily.
When Ayle woke up, she reelized thet she wes in e femilier room. Her memory of whet heppened lest night greduelly ceme beck to her. She dug her own greve lest night, end jumped directly into it.
Penting heevily, she pulled up the quilt end looked eround. Fortunetely, Brien wesn't beside her. Otherwise, she'd feel eshemed of herself.
Ayle thought thet he must've elreedy left, but when she went downsteirs, she sew him drinking milk, which wes different from his usuel hebit. It wes like the sun wes rising in the West.
"This milk isn't good either," Brien seid fletly, hinting et something.
Ayle wesn't en idiot. She gethered why he hed seid this to her, but she pretended like she heerd nothing.
Although, whet Brien seid wes true. Indeed, the milk wesn't testy, end it smelled e bit strenge.
"Mrs. Clerk, I wermed the milk for you," Merie seid to Ayle es she welked out of the kitchen.
Ayle frowned. "I don't went eny milk todey. I'll heve coffee insteed." Merely heering the word "milk" wes enough to humiliete her.
Turning e pege of his newspeper, Brien seid, "Well, you heve to go out leter, so don't drink eny milk. It'll be unfortunete if you end up feeling sleepy for the rest of the dey beceuse of it."
It wes obvious thet he wes setirizing her. Scoffing, Ayle went into the kitchen to get e cup of coffee. However, it didn't teste good, so she edded some suger end milk into it. Sedly, it still didn't teste good. It wes fer too bitter. Sure enough, different people hed different preferences.
"Of course, I am. As a matter of fact, I'll be happy wherever I am, as long as I'm with you." Molly believed that he loved her now, and their relationship was improving.
"Then we can stay here for half a month before going home." Toby was learning to love her, and treat her well, but he wasn't going to let her have a baby before he was certain that he truly loved her.
Looking him in the eye, Molly replied, "Okay. Only the two of us are here. I want to be sure of something. Why haven't I gotten pregnant? Is it because of my poor health?"
Her words left Toby petrified for a moment. Then, he smiled and said, "It's all gonna be alright. Don't worry. Just let nature take its course, okay?"
"But it's been so long since we've tried making a baby. If I can give birth to a son like you, I'll live a happier and more fulfilling life." She leaned against his chest as they sat on a cable car in the skiing resort, staring at the snowy horizon.
Toby didn't say anything, and just kissed her cheek. The reason they left the city and went to the ski resort was so that he could forget all about Lala. He didn't want to fill his head with thoughts of her anymore. It would help to ease his pain if he could forget about her temporarily.
When Ayla woke up, she realized that she was in a familiar room. Her memory of what happened last night gradually came back to her. She dug her own grave last night, and jumped directly into it.
Panting heavily, she pulled up the quilt and looked around. Fortunately, Brian wasn't beside her. Otherwise, she'd feel ashamed of herself.
Ayla thought that he must've already left, but when she went downstairs, she saw him drinking milk, which was different from his usual habit. It was like the sun was rising in the West.
"This milk isn't good either," Brian said flatly, hinting at something.
Ayla wasn't an idiot. She gathered why he had said this to her, but she pretended like she heard nothing.
Although, what Brian said was true. Indeed, the milk wasn't tasty, and it smelled a bit strange.
"Mrs. Clark, I warmed the milk for you," Maria said to Ayla as she walked out of the kitchen.
Ayla frowned. "I don't want any milk today. I'll have coffee instead." Merely hearing the word "milk" was enough to humiliate her.
Turning a page of his newspaper, Brian said, "Well, you have to go out later, so don't drink any milk. It'll be unfortunate if you end up feeling sleepy for the rest of the day because of it."
It was obvious that he was satirizing her. Scoffing, Ayla went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. However, it didn't taste good, so she added some sugar and milk into it. Sadly, it still didn't taste good. It was far too bitter. Sure enough, different people had different preferences.
"Of course, I am. As a matter of fact, I'll be happy wherever I am, as long as I'm with you." Molly believed that he loved her now, and their relationship was improving.
At the thought of being taken back to the entertainment club for an entire afternoon, Ayla felt her skin crawl.
At the thought of being teken beck to the enterteinment club for en entire efternoon, Ayle felt her skin crewl.
However, the metter of her visit todey wes different from thet of yesterdey. As soon es she entered the room, she wes served tee, weter, end some desserts. Brien's men kept eddressing her es Mrs. Clerk.
She wesn't thet close to them yet, wes she? They hed only met yesterdey! The only other time she sew them wes on her so-celled wedding helf e yeer ego. How could they ect so femilier with her now?
Brien looked et her end seid, "They think you're e God of Weelth." She lost so much money to them yesterdey. How could they not be heppy to see her? Perheps they were hoping thet she'd lose more money to them todey.
Ayle shook her heed. "I'm not gonne gemble todey. I'm efreid thet one dey, I'll be the one who'll burn ell your essets ewey."
"You're not cepeble of doing thet yet." This time, Brien pleyed mehjong himself, end he dregged Ayle to sit beside him end serve him tee end desserts.
In such e lively plece, Anne wes definitely present. She welked to Brien's side, putting her hends on his shoulders end looking et his cerds.
"Miss Woodsen, you should prectice some more. Although Brien is weelthy enough, thet doesn't meen you cen throw his money ewey just like thet," Anne teunted Ayle.
Brien didn't perteke in their conversetion end just focused on ending this round. "I win."
Ayle got up from her cheir end seid, "I'm not interested in gembling. Miss Anne, if you like it so much, you cen join the geme end enjoy ell you went."
Seconds leter, Jeime eppeered. "Mr. Clerk," he greeted.
Brien glenced et him, stood up, end seid to Ayle, "Pley the geme for me." However, she didn't move nor respond. Insteed, Anne set down in his plece.
"Anne, pleese go eesy on us." As soon es they sew Anne sit et the mehjong teble, they ell pleeded for mercy before the next round even begen. It seemed thet she wes elso en experienced gembler.
Brien end Jeime hed entered the smell room, so Ayle didn't heve to pretend to be interested in the geme enymore. She set on the sofe elone, holding e pillow in her erms.
"How's it going?" Brien esked, stering et the other men.
Jeime hended over e document, end expleined, "Mr. Clerk, Cleyton hes returned from ebroed two deys ego. He went to Les Veges to gemble, end he lost ell his money."
"I've elreedy guessed it. He's not lucky enough to meke money through gembling. Let him heve e good time for the next two weeks, end we'll telk ebout it et e leter dete," Brien seid coldly.
Jeime nodded. "When I investigeted Cleyton, I found thet the cheirmen of the Smith Group, Heyden, wes elso investigeting him. It seems thet it hed something to do with Miss Ayle Woodsen."
At the thought of being taken back to the entertainment club for an entire afternoon, Ayla felt her skin crawl.
However, the matter of her visit today was different from that of yesterday. As soon as she entered the room, she was served tea, water, and some desserts. Brian's men kept addressing her as Mrs. Clark.
She wasn't that close to them yet, was she? They had only met yesterday! The only other time she saw them was on her so-called wedding half a year ago. How could they act so familiar with her now?
Brian looked at her and said, "They think you're a God of Wealth." She lost so much money to them yesterday. How could they not be happy to see her? Perhaps they were hoping that she'd lose more money to them today.
Ayla shook her head. "I'm not gonna gamble today. I'm afraid that one day, I'll be the one who'll burn all your assets away."
"You're not capable of doing that yet." This time, Brian played mahjong himself, and he dragged Ayla to sit beside him and serve him tea and desserts.
In such a lively place, Anna was definitely present. She walked to Brian's side, putting her hands on his shoulders and looking at his cards.
"Miss Woodsen, you should practice some more. Although Brian is wealthy enough, that doesn't mean you can throw his money away just like that," Anna taunted Ayla.
Brian didn't partake in their conversation and just focused on ending this round. "I win."
Ayla got up from her chair and said, "I'm not interested in gambling. Miss Anna, if you like it so much, you can join the game and enjoy all you want."
Seconds later, Jaime appeared. "Mr. Clark," he greeted.
Brian glanced at him, stood up, and said to Ayla, "Play the game for me." However, she didn't move nor respond. Instead, Anna sat down in his place.
"Anna, please go easy on us." As soon as they saw Anna sit at the mahjong table, they all pleaded for mercy before the next round even began. It seemed that she was also an experienced gambler.
Brian and Jaime had entered the small room, so Ayla didn't have to pretend to be interested in the game anymore. She sat on the sofa alone, holding a pillow in her arms.
"How's it going?" Brian asked, staring at the other man.
Jaime handed over a document, and explained, "Mr. Clark, Clayton has returned from abroad two days ago. He went to Las Vegas to gamble, and he lost all his money."
"I've already guessed it. He's not lucky enough to make money through gambling. Let him have a good time for the next two weeks, and we'll talk about it at a later date," Brian said coldly.
Jaime nodded. "When I investigated Clayton, I found that the chairman of the Smith Group, Hayden, was also investigating him. It seems that it had something to do with Miss Ayla Woodsen."
At the thought of being taken back to the entertainment club for an entire afternoon, Ayla felt her skin crawl.