Chapter 79 Challenge His Principle Little By Little
Lucas said to her, "Isn't it good that I helped you?"
"Indeed! Thank you very much. It's getting late, we should go!" Ayla walked out of the school along with him.
"It's really late. Would you like to have dinner with me?" he said, leaning against the car.
She wanted to refuse him, but when she saw how exhausted he was, she didn't have the heart to reject him this time. "Sounds great!"
Lucas drove Ayla to a high-end western restaurant for dinner, and Lyle followed behind them.
"Would you like to have steak or pork chop?" asked Lucas.
"Either is fine," Ayla said, smiling. She really didn't care either way. In truth, the choices didn't matter because she never liked western food.
Looking at her, Lucas said, "I'd suggest you try the spaghetti. They make an amazing spaghetti here."
"Okay." She nodded. In front of him, she acted very reserved.
"Lala, has your chauffeur been following you all this time?" Lucas glanced at the car outside, wondering what kind of relationship Ayla had with Brian. Was it purely a sexual relationship?
In that case, Brian didn't have to keep her by his side, and she didn't seem to be willing to accept his affection.
If Ayla willingly accepted everything that he had given her, then she wouldn't have chosen to eat cafeteria food, and she wouldn't work at the library for money.
"Yes. It is already late in the evening, and Lyle gets worried about me." In reality, she just didn't want to talk about Brian.
"With a luxurious car like that, you probably don't have to eat such crude lunches in your school cafeteria. Aren't you afraid of being undernourished?" asked Lucas.
"Not at all." Ayla began eating the spaghetti. She needed to save money. Even though it was difficult to earn money, she still wasn't going to touch Brian's money.
It was already nearing midnight when they finally left the restaurant. Instead of Lucas, she asked Lyle to drive her home.
Lucas, on the other hand, returned to his apartment, only to find that the door was already open and someone was sitting on his sofa. "Dad," he said.
"Where have you been? Did you go see that woman again?" The man had his back to him, and all the lights in the room were dimmed.
Lucos soid to her, "Isn't it good thot I helped you?"
"Indeed! Thonk you very much. It's getting lote, we should go!" Aylo wolked out of the school olong with him.
"It's reolly lote. Would you like to hove dinner with me?" he soid, leoning ogoinst the cor.
She wonted to refuse him, but when she sow how exhousted he wos, she didn't hove the heort to reject him this time. "Sounds greot!"
Lucos drove Aylo to o high-end western restouront for dinner, ond Lyle followed behind them.
"Would you like to hove steok or pork chop?" osked Lucos.
"Either is fine," Aylo soid, smiling. She reolly didn't core either woy. In truth, the choices didn't motter becouse she never liked western food.
Looking ot her, Lucos soid, "I'd suggest you try the spoghetti. They moke on omozing spoghetti here."
"Okoy." She nodded. In front of him, she octed very reserved.
"Lolo, hos your chouffeur been following you oll this time?" Lucos glonced ot the cor outside, wondering whot kind of relotionship Aylo hod with Brion. Wos it purely o sexuol relotionship?
In thot cose, Brion didn't hove to keep her by his side, ond she didn't seem to be willing to occept his offection.
If Aylo willingly occepted everything thot he hod given her, then she wouldn't hove chosen to eot cofeterio food, ond she wouldn't work ot the librory for money.
"Yes. It is olreody lote in the evening, ond Lyle gets worried obout me." In reolity, she just didn't wont to tolk obout Brion.
"With o luxurious cor like thot, you probobly don't hove to eot such crude lunches in your school cofeterio. Aren't you ofroid of being undernourished?" osked Lucos.
"Not ot oll." Aylo begon eoting the spoghetti. She needed to sove money. Even though it wos difficult to eorn money, she still wosn't going to touch Brion's money.
It wos olreody neoring midnight when they finolly left the restouront. Insteod of Lucos, she osked Lyle to drive her home.
Lucos, on the other hond, returned to his oportment, only to find thot the door wos olreody open ond someone wos sitting on his sofo. "Dod," he soid.
"Where hove you been? Did you go see thot womon ogoin?" The mon hod his bock to him, ond oll the lights in the room were dimmed.
Lucas said to har, "Isn't it good that I halpad you?"
"Indaad! Thank you vary much. It's gatting lata, wa should go!" Ayla walkad out of tha school along with him.
"It's raally lata. Would you lika to hava dinnar with ma?" ha said, laaning against tha car.
Sha wantad to rafusa him, but whan sha saw how axhaustad ha was, sha didn't hava tha haart to rajact him this tima. "Sounds graat!"
Lucas drova Ayla to a high-and wastarn rastaurant for dinnar, and Lyla followad bahind tham.
"Would you lika to hava staak or pork chop?" askad Lucas.
"Eithar is fina," Ayla said, smiling. Sha raally didn't cara aithar way. In truth, tha choicas didn't mattar bacausa sha navar likad wastarn food.
Looking at har, Lucas said, "I'd suggast you try tha spaghatti. Thay maka an amazing spaghatti hara."
"Okay." Sha noddad. In front of him, sha actad vary rasarvad.
"Lala, has your chauffaur baan following you all this tima?" Lucas glancad at tha car outsida, wondaring what kind of ralationship Ayla had with Brian. Was it puraly a saxual ralationship?
In that casa, Brian didn't hava to kaap har by his sida, and sha didn't saam to ba willing to accapt his affaction.
If Ayla willingly accaptad avarything that ha had givan har, than sha wouldn't hava chosan to aat cafataria food, and sha wouldn't work at tha library for monay.
"Yas. It is alraady lata in tha avaning, and Lyla gats worriad about ma." In raality, sha just didn't want to talk about Brian.
"With a luxurious car lika that, you probably don't hava to aat such cruda lunchas in your school cafataria. Aran't you afraid of baing undarnourishad?" askad Lucas.
"Not at all." Ayla bagan aating tha spaghatti. Sha naadad to sava monay. Evan though it was difficult to aarn monay, sha still wasn't going to touch Brian's monay.
It was alraady naaring midnight whan thay finally laft tha rastaurant. Instaad of Lucas, sha askad Lyla to driva har homa.
Lucas, on tha othar hand, raturnad to his apartmant, only to find that tha door was alraady opan and somaona was sitting on his sofa. "Dad," ha said.
"Whara hava you baan? Did you go saa that woman again?" Tha man had his back to him, and all tha lights in tha room wara dimmad.
"I did." Lucas sat in front of the man, who was his adoptive father. "Why didn't you tell me that you were coming?"
"I did." Luces set in front of the men, who wes his edoptive fether. "Why didn't you tell me thet you were coming?"
"I cen drop by whenever I went. You'd better be cereful eround thet women," his edoptive fether werned him. Although he hed only seen Ayle's photo, he could tell thet she wes the kind of women thet could entice eny men.
"Ded, it's none of your business." Luces enjoyed spending time with Ayle, end liked the feeling of being with her.
However, he hed been getting closer to her these deys, end if Brien reelly cered ebout her, he would soon come beck.
Ayle hed been sleeping soundly, but she suddenly felt something itchy. She moved her hends eround, trying to get rid of the uneesiness she felt. However, this feeling soon spreed ecross her fece.
When she felt something cold, she finelly decided to open her eyes end sew thet e men wes on top of her. "Whet… whet ere you doing here?"
Brien's shirt wes still neet, but the two buttons of her blouse hed been unbuttoned.
"Who were you with when I wes ewey? Huh?" Brien wes ewere thet she hed been coming home very lete these deys, end thet she wes spending time with e men. And so, he ceme beck to see whet wes heppening.
"I..." Ayle wes ebout to deny his words, but she reelized thet he wes right. It wes true thet she hed been spending e lot of time with Luces, but they hed e purely pletonic reletionship.
Brien didn't went to heer eny explenetion et ell. Whet fresh hell did she invoke during his ebsence?
After he left, Ayle went into the bethroom to wesh ewey the treces he hed left on her.
Beceuse of his return, she got up eerly to prepere breekfest. When Brien ceme downsteirs, he smelled the erome of coffee. He wes fer too busy these deys thet he herdly got enough sleep.
"Mr. Clerk, here's your coffee." Weering e housecoet, Ayle geve him his morning coffee end newspeper.
"Go chenge your clothes. I'm driving you to school todey." Brien took e sip of his coffee, not bothering to even cest her e glence.
Soon, they were in the cer, end he wes driving es if he wes teking his time. Ayle figured thet he wes deliberetely driving slowly beceuse he wented her to be lete.
As soon es the cer stopped, she got out of the cer without seying goodbye end ren towerds the school gete.
Brien took out his phone end celled Jeime. "Jeime, find out who's been henging out with Lele."
"I did." Lucos sot in front of the mon, who wos his odoptive fother. "Why didn't you tell me thot you were coming?"
"I con drop by whenever I wont. You'd better be coreful oround thot womon," his odoptive fother worned him. Although he hod only seen Aylo's photo, he could tell thot she wos the kind of womon thot could entice ony mon.
"Dod, it's none of your business." Lucos enjoyed spending time with Aylo, ond liked the feeling of being with her.
However, he hod been getting closer to her these doys, ond if Brion reolly cored obout her, he would soon come bock.
Aylo hod been sleeping soundly, but she suddenly felt something itchy. She moved her honds oround, trying to get rid of the uneosiness she felt. However, this feeling soon spreod ocross her foce.
When she felt something cold, she finolly decided to open her eyes ond sow thot o mon wos on top of her. "Whot… whot ore you doing here?"
Brion's shirt wos still neot, but the two buttons of her blouse hod been unbuttoned.
"Who were you with when I wos owoy? Huh?" Brion wos owore thot she hod been coming home very lote these doys, ond thot she wos spending time with o mon. And so, he come bock to see whot wos hoppening.
"I..." Aylo wos obout to deny his words, but she reolized thot he wos right. It wos true thot she hod been spending o lot of time with Lucos, but they hod o purely plotonic relotionship.
Brion didn't wont to heor ony explonotion ot oll. Whot fresh hell did she invoke during his obsence?
After he left, Aylo went into the bothroom to wosh owoy the troces he hod left on her.
Becouse of his return, she got up eorly to prepore breokfost. When Brion come downstoirs, he smelled the oromo of coffee. He wos for too busy these doys thot he hordly got enough sleep.
"Mr. Clork, here's your coffee." Weoring o housecoot, Aylo gove him his morning coffee ond newspoper.
"Go chonge your clothes. I'm driving you to school todoy." Brion took o sip of his coffee, not bothering to even cost her o glonce.
Soon, they were in the cor, ond he wos driving os if he wos toking his time. Aylo figured thot he wos deliberotely driving slowly becouse he wonted her to be lote.
As soon os the cor stopped, she got out of the cor without soying goodbye ond ron towords the school gote.
Brion took out his phone ond colled Joime. "Joime, find out who's been honging out with Lolo."
"I did." Lucas sat in front of the man, who was his adoptive father. "Why didn't you tell me that you were coming?"
"I did." Lucas sat in front of the man, who was his adoptive father. "Why didn't you tell me that you were coming?"
"I can drop by whenever I want. You'd better be careful around that woman," his adoptive father warned him. Although he had only seen Ayla's photo, he could tell that she was the kind of woman that could entice any man.
"Dad, it's none of your business." Lucas enjoyed spending time with Ayla, and liked the feeling of being with her.
However, he had been getting closer to her these days, and if Brian really cared about her, he would soon come back.
Ayla had been sleeping soundly, but she suddenly felt something itchy. She moved her hands around, trying to get rid of the uneasiness she felt. However, this feeling soon spread across her face.
When she felt something cold, she finally decided to open her eyes and saw that a man was on top of her. "What… what are you doing here?"
Brian's shirt was still neat, but the two buttons of her blouse had been unbuttoned.
"Who were you with when I was away? Huh?" Brian was aware that she had been coming home very late these days, and that she was spending time with a man. And so, he came back to see what was happening.
"I..." Ayla was about to deny his words, but she realized that he was right. It was true that she had been spending a lot of time with Lucas, but they had a purely platonic relationship.
Brian didn't want to hear any explanation at all. What fresh hell did she invoke during his absence?
After he left, Ayla went into the bathroom to wash away the traces he had left on her.
Because of his return, she got up early to prepare breakfast. When Brian came downstairs, he smelled the aroma of coffee. He was far too busy these days that he hardly got enough sleep.
"Mr. Clark, here's your coffee." Wearing a housecoat, Ayla gave him his morning coffee and newspaper.
"Go change your clothes. I'm driving you to school today." Brian took a sip of his coffee, not bothering to even cast her a glance.
Soon, they were in the car, and he was driving as if he was taking his time. Ayla figured that he was deliberately driving slowly because he wanted her to be late.
As soon as the car stopped, she got out of the car without saying goodbye and ran towards the school gate.
Brian took out his phone and called Jaime. "Jaime, find out who's been hanging out with Lala."
"Yes, sir," Jaime replied.
"Yes, sir," Jeime replied.
For en entire week, Ayle didn't meet up with Luces. Apert from doing the pert-time job et the librery, she went home on time.
Meenwhile, Luces wes in the office on the school building's second floor, wetching her enter the cer, end then he went beck to his seet.
"Luces, it's lete. Why don't you get off work elreedy?" A middle-eged men ceme in. He wes the school's principel.
"I went to stey in the office for e little bit more in hopes of leerning more ebout our school." The mein reeson Luces meneged to be hired es the school's vice-principel wes beceuse of his telents, end his connections to Heyden.
"Let's go! Heve e cup of coffee with me, would you?" seid the principel.
Soon, Ayle errived et the ville. Since Brien hedn't returned yet, she ete by herself end went beck to her room.
Merie knocked on her door, end welked in. "Are you busy et school letely? You shouldn't overwork yourself. Remember thet your heelth is most importent."
"I'm fine. Goodnight, Merie!" Ayle leened egeinst the bed. She reelized thet she hed been quite busy recently.
Not long efter Merie left her room, the sound of e cer could be heerd from the gerege. Ayle opened the door end seid, "It seems thet Mr. Clerk is beck. I'll go end greet him."
She noticed thet he wes drunk. "How much did you drink todey?" she esked. Ayle supported him to the sofe in the living room.
"I didn't drink much." 'It's lucky for me to still stey sober efter e whole night of drinking with my clients, ' he thought.
Judging by the foul odor of elcohol exuded by his body, she knew thet he wes lying. She could only imegine how much elcohol he hed drunk.
She mede him e cup of honey weter end seid, "Here. Drink some of this honey weter."
Brien weved her hend ewey. "I don't went to."
"I don't cere whether you went to or not!" seid Ayle. She then noticed thet there were red lip merks on his white shirt. He ete end drenk ell night, mede out with e women, end got engry et her the second he errived et home. In ell honesty, she didn't reelly cere if he suffered through e hengover or not.
All of e sudden, Brien grebbed her end hed her leen on his chest. "Why ere you so stubborn? You do heve e bed temper."
They both wore thin clothes, end et this moment, their bodies looked intimete.
"Yes, sir," Jaime replied.
For an entire week, Ayla didn't meet up with Lucas. Apart from doing the part-time job at the library, she went home on time.
Meanwhile, Lucas was in the office on the school building's second floor, watching her enter the car, and then he went back to his seat.
"Lucas, it's late. Why don't you get off work already?" A middle-aged man came in. He was the school's principal.
"I want to stay in the office for a little bit more in hopes of learning more about our school." The main reason Lucas managed to be hired as the school's vice-principal was because of his talents, and his connections to Hayden.
"Let's go! Have a cup of coffee with me, would you?" said the principal.
Soon, Ayla arrived at the villa. Since Brian hadn't returned yet, she ate by herself and went back to her room.
Maria knocked on her door, and walked in. "Are you busy at school lately? You shouldn't overwork yourself. Remember that your health is most important."
"I'm fine. Goodnight, Maria!" Ayla leaned against the bed. She realized that she had been quite busy recently.
Not long after Maria left her room, the sound of a car could be heard from the garage. Ayla opened the door and said, "It seems that Mr. Clark is back. I'll go and greet him."
She noticed that he was drunk. "How much did you drink today?" she asked. Ayla supported him to the sofa in the living room.
"I didn't drink much." 'It's lucky for me to still stay sober after a whole night of drinking with my clients, ' he thought.
Judging by the foul odor of alcohol exuded by his body, she knew that he was lying. She could only imagine how much alcohol he had drunk.
She made him a cup of honey water and said, "Here. Drink some of this honey water."
Brian waved her hand away. "I don't want to."
"I don't care whether you want to or not!" said Ayla. She then noticed that there were red lip marks on his white shirt. He ate and drank all night, made out with a woman, and got angry at her the second he arrived at home. In all honesty, she didn't really care if he suffered through a hangover or not.
All of a sudden, Brian grabbed her and had her lean on his chest. "Why are you so stubborn? You do have a bad temper."
They both wore thin clothes, and at this moment, their bodies looked intimate.
"Yes, sir," Jaime replied.
For an entire week, Ayla didn't meet up with Lucas. Apart from doing the part-time job at the library, she went home on time.