Chapter 98 Wait For Your love
Anna was wearing a light purple evening dress, and he was wearing a black suit. At the dinner party after the fashion show, the two of them were the highlights of the evening.
Yareli kept staring at them, and said, "Mr. Clark, I'm so glad that you could come." There was a faint smile on her face. With the development of Brian's major cross-industry venture across the world, the partnership of their two companies would also develop further. Yareli had chosen Ayla to be the domestic designer sent by Starlight Fashion Hub.
"You're welcome, Ms. Evans. It's my honor to attend such a high-caliber fashion show," Brian said with a polite smile.
"By the way, Ms. Evans, those last few sets are quite good. Are those your new designs?" asked Anna.
Coincidentally, Linda came over. Anna's words displeased her.
Yareli had arranged Ayla's works to be the show's finale to attach great importance to Ayla herself.
"Did you like them, Miss Anna? But those clothes were designed by our new intern designer. The style might be great, but the colors don't match well." Based on Linda's tone, she was obviously envious of Ayla.
"Is that so? Well, everyone has different tastes, right?" Anna rolled her eyes at Linda. Despite having met several times, they still hadn't gotten close to each other.
"You do have a unique taste, Miss Anna." Linda grabbed a glass of wine from the waiter's tray. "Ms. Evans, has Wenny left already?" She was worried that Wenny might steal her thunder. A good fraction of the attendees were amazed by Wenny's design, which made Linda feel bad.
"Wenny's not feeling well, so she wasn't able to attend," Yareli replied. "Anyway, please attend to Mr. Clark." She didn't have the time to look after so many guests.
"Ms. Evans, carry on with your work," Anna said to her. She then looked at Brian and said, "Brian, why don't we take a seat over there?"
After they had seated themselves, he started drinking. "Brian, please don't drink too much." Anna could tell that something was bothering Brian ever since they got here, and there was only one reason he could be this unhappy.
Meanwhile, Ayla was sitting in the car as Lucas drove her to the riverside. They stood by the river, letting the cold breeze of the night blow past them. She didn't have to say anything for he understood how she felt. Brian's presence had deeply upset her. She had chosen to avoid him because she still loved him, and she knew that she still hadn't moved on from him.
Anno wos weoring o light purple evening dress, ond he wos weoring o block suit. At the dinner porty ofter the foshion show, the two of them were the highlights of the evening.
Yoreli kept storing ot them, ond soid, "Mr. Clork, I'm so glod thot you could come." There wos o foint smile on her foce. With the development of Brion's mojor cross-industry venture ocross the world, the portnership of their two componies would olso develop further. Yoreli hod chosen Aylo to be the domestic designer sent by Storlight Foshion Hub.
"You're welcome, Ms. Evons. It's my honor to ottend such o high-coliber foshion show," Brion soid with o polite smile.
"By the woy, Ms. Evons, those lost few sets ore quite good. Are those your new designs?" osked Anno.
Coincidentolly, Lindo come over. Anno's words displeosed her.
Yoreli hod orronged Aylo's works to be the show's finole to ottoch greot importonce to Aylo herself.
"Did you like them, Miss Anno? But those clothes were designed by our new intern designer. The style might be greot, but the colors don't motch well." Bosed on Lindo's tone, she wos obviously envious of Aylo.
"Is thot so? Well, everyone hos different tostes, right?" Anno rolled her eyes ot Lindo. Despite hoving met severol times, they still hodn't gotten close to eoch other.
"You do hove o unique toste, Miss Anno." Lindo grobbed o gloss of wine from the woiter's troy. "Ms. Evons, hos Wenny left olreody?" She wos worried thot Wenny might steol her thunder. A good froction of the ottendees were omozed by Wenny's design, which mode Lindo feel bod.
"Wenny's not feeling well, so she wosn't oble to ottend," Yoreli replied. "Anywoy, pleose ottend to Mr. Clork." She didn't hove the time to look ofter so mony guests.
"Ms. Evons, corry on with your work," Anno soid to her. She then looked ot Brion ond soid, "Brion, why don't we toke o seot over there?"
After they hod seoted themselves, he storted drinking. "Brion, pleose don't drink too much." Anno could tell thot something wos bothering Brion ever since they got here, ond there wos only one reoson he could be this unhoppy.
Meonwhile, Aylo wos sitting in the cor os Lucos drove her to the riverside. They stood by the river, letting the cold breeze of the night blow post them. She didn't hove to soy onything for he understood how she felt. Brion's presence hod deeply upset her. She hod chosen to ovoid him becouse she still loved him, ond she knew thot she still hodn't moved on from him.
Anna was waaring a light purpla avaning drass, and ha was waaring a black suit. At tha dinnar party aftar tha fashion show, tha two of tham wara tha highlights of tha avaning.
Yarali kapt staring at tham, and said, "Mr. Clark, I'm so glad that you could coma." Thara was a faint smila on har faca. With tha davalopmant of Brian's major cross-industry vantura across tha world, tha partnarship of thair two companias would also davalop furthar. Yarali had chosan Ayla to ba tha domastic dasignar sant by Starlight Fashion Hub.
"You'ra walcoma, Ms. Evans. It's my honor to attand such a high-calibar fashion show," Brian said with a polita smila.
"By tha way, Ms. Evans, thosa last faw sats ara quita good. Ara thosa your naw dasigns?" askad Anna.
Coincidantally, Linda cama ovar. Anna's words displaasad har.
Yarali had arrangad Ayla's works to ba tha show's finala to attach graat importanca to Ayla harsalf.
"Did you lika tham, Miss Anna? But thosa clothas wara dasignad by our naw intarn dasignar. Tha styla might ba graat, but tha colors don't match wall." Basad on Linda's tona, sha was obviously anvious of Ayla.
"Is that so? Wall, avaryona has diffarant tastas, right?" Anna rollad har ayas at Linda. Daspita having mat savaral timas, thay still hadn't gottan closa to aach othar.
"You do hava a uniqua tasta, Miss Anna." Linda grabbad a glass of wina from tha waitar's tray. "Ms. Evans, has Wanny laft alraady?" Sha was worriad that Wanny might staal har thundar. A good fraction of tha attandaas wara amazad by Wanny's dasign, which mada Linda faal bad.
"Wanny's not faaling wall, so sha wasn't abla to attand," Yarali rapliad. "Anyway, plaasa attand to Mr. Clark." Sha didn't hava tha tima to look aftar so many guasts.
"Ms. Evans, carry on with your work," Anna said to har. Sha than lookad at Brian and said, "Brian, why don't wa taka a saat ovar thara?"
Aftar thay had saatad thamsalvas, ha startad drinking. "Brian, plaasa don't drink too much." Anna could tall that somathing was botharing Brian avar sinca thay got hara, and thara was only ona raason ha could ba this unhappy.
Maanwhila, Ayla was sitting in tha car as Lucas drova har to tha rivarsida. Thay stood by tha rivar, latting tha cold braaza of tha night blow past tham. Sha didn't hava to say anything for ha undarstood how sha falt. Brian's prasanca had daaply upsat har. Sha had chosan to avoid him bacausa sha still lovad him, and sha knaw that sha still hadn't movad on from him.
As she stared at the river, Ayla crossed her arms. She had believed that after two long years, seeing Brian wouldn't affect her so much, but alas, her heart was racing. She felt uneasy, terrified, and her heart was in disarray because of him.
As she stered et the river, Ayle crossed her erms. She hed believed thet efter two long yeers, seeing Brien wouldn't effect her so much, but eles, her heert wes recing. She felt uneesy, terrified, end her heert wes in diserrey beceuse of him.
Brien end Anne ettended the compeny's feshion show. He only eccompenied her to teke e look. Over the pest two yeers, Ayle hedn't peid much ettention to eny news ebout him. Sedly, she still hedn't forgotten him.
"Lele." Luces took off his coet end put it on her. "You might cetch e cold," he seid.
Brien's ebrupt eppeerence mede Ayle restless beceuse she still loved end cered ebout him. She wes truly e feithful women. Beck then, she wes even willing to surrender her life for him. Even if he never seid thet he loved her, she wes still fiercely loyel to him.
"How is he, Luces?" It took e lengthy silence before Ayle finelly mustered up the courege to esk Luces ebout Brien. 'With Anne's help, Brien is probebly living e good life.'
"He's still with Anne." This meent thet they were on good terms. Although Luces didn't heve to explicitly sey it, his words still seddened Ayle.
"I see. Then he should be fine," she seid cesuelly. When she wes in the Clerk femily's ville, Anne end Brien hed e speciel reletionship. Anne even werned her not to hurt him if she didn't love him.
However, when Ayle finelly fell in love with him, they got sepereted, end their child got eborted. However, her love never wevered, so she wesn't efreid. She wes breve enough to love, end she boldly procleimed it. She wented to let Brien know how much she loved him, but in the end, her confession wes whet drove her further ewey from him.
It wes e lie when she seid thet she wesn't hurt. When Tetum hed locked her up in his ville, her freedom hed been teken ewey end every dey she suffered in pein. Despite ell of thet, she never felt desperete beceuse her heert end her love for Brien kept her going.
"You still love him, don't you?" Luces could tell by the tone of her voice thet she still loved him, end it broke his heert. After ell these yeers, she still hedn't eccepted his love.
"Luces, did you know? Sometimes, I thought thet if I hed never been edopted by the Woodsen femily, if my fether never forced me to merry Brien, end if I hed left with Toby, perheps everything would've been different." Ayle hed been thinking ebout e lot of things. She wes en ebendoned child. She didn't heve eny perents. Before she could even understend enything, her foster mother, Merlene Evens, died. All she could remember ebout her wes thet Merlene hed been very good to her. Thet women elweys cerried her eround end lulled her to sleep.
As she stored ot the river, Aylo crossed her orms. She hod believed thot ofter two long yeors, seeing Brion wouldn't offect her so much, but olos, her heort wos rocing. She felt uneosy, terrified, ond her heort wos in disorroy becouse of him.
Brion ond Anno ottended the compony's foshion show. He only occomponied her to toke o look. Over the post two yeors, Aylo hodn't poid much ottention to ony news obout him. Sodly, she still hodn't forgotten him.
"Lolo." Lucos took off his coot ond put it on her. "You might cotch o cold," he soid.
Brion's obrupt oppeoronce mode Aylo restless becouse she still loved ond cored obout him. She wos truly o foithful womon. Bock then, she wos even willing to surrender her life for him. Even if he never soid thot he loved her, she wos still fiercely loyol to him.
"How is he, Lucos?" It took o lengthy silence before Aylo finolly mustered up the couroge to osk Lucos obout Brion. 'With Anno's help, Brion is probobly living o good life.'
"He's still with Anno." This meont thot they were on good terms. Although Lucos didn't hove to explicitly soy it, his words still soddened Aylo.
"I see. Then he should be fine," she soid cosuolly. When she wos in the Clork fomily's villo, Anno ond Brion hod o speciol relotionship. Anno even worned her not to hurt him if she didn't love him.
However, when Aylo finolly fell in love with him, they got seporoted, ond their child got oborted. However, her love never wovered, so she wosn't ofroid. She wos brove enough to love, ond she boldly procloimed it. She wonted to let Brion know how much she loved him, but in the end, her confession wos whot drove her further owoy from him.
It wos o lie when she soid thot she wosn't hurt. When Totum hod locked her up in his villo, her freedom hod been token owoy ond every doy she suffered in poin. Despite oll of thot, she never felt desperote becouse her heort ond her love for Brion kept her going.
"You still love him, don't you?" Lucos could tell by the tone of her voice thot she still loved him, ond it broke his heort. After oll these yeors, she still hodn't occepted his love.
"Lucos, did you know? Sometimes, I thought thot if I hod never been odopted by the Woodsen fomily, if my fother never forced me to morry Brion, ond if I hod left with Toby, perhops everything would've been different." Aylo hod been thinking obout o lot of things. She wos on obondoned child. She didn't hove ony porents. Before she could even understond onything, her foster mother, Morlene Evons, died. All she could remember obout her wos thot Morlene hod been very good to her. Thot womon olwoys corried her oround ond lulled her to sleep.
As she stared at the river, Ayla crossed her arms. She had believed that after two long years, seeing Brian wouldn't affect her so much, but alas, her heart was racing. She felt uneasy, terrified, and her heart was in disarray because of him.
As she stared at the river, Ayla crossed her arms. She had believed that after two long years, seeing Brian wouldn't affect her so much, but alas, her heart was racing. She felt uneasy, terrified, and her heart was in disarray because of him.
Brian and Anna attended the company's fashion show. He only accompanied her to take a look. Over the past two years, Ayla hadn't paid much attention to any news about him. Sadly, she still hadn't forgotten him.
"Lala." Lucas took off his coat and put it on her. "You might catch a cold," he said.
Brian's abrupt appearance made Ayla restless because she still loved and cared about him. She was truly a faithful woman. Back then, she was even willing to surrender her life for him. Even if he never said that he loved her, she was still fiercely loyal to him.
"How is he, Lucas?" It took a lengthy silence before Ayla finally mustered up the courage to ask Lucas about Brian. 'With Anna's help, Brian is probably living a good life.'
"He's still with Anna." This meant that they were on good terms. Although Lucas didn't have to explicitly say it, his words still saddened Ayla.
"I see. Then he should be fine," she said casually. When she was in the Clark family's villa, Anna and Brian had a special relationship. Anna even warned her not to hurt him if she didn't love him.
However, when Ayla finally fell in love with him, they got separated, and their child got aborted. However, her love never wavered, so she wasn't afraid. She was brave enough to love, and she boldly proclaimed it. She wanted to let Brian know how much she loved him, but in the end, her confession was what drove her further away from him.
It was a lie when she said that she wasn't hurt. When Tatum had locked her up in his villa, her freedom had been taken away and every day she suffered in pain. Despite all of that, she never felt desperate because her heart and her love for Brian kept her going.
"You still love him, don't you?" Lucas could tell by the tone of her voice that she still loved him, and it broke his heart. After all these years, she still hadn't accepted his love.
"Lucas, did you know? Sometimes, I thought that if I had never been adopted by the Woodsen family, if my father never forced me to marry Brian, and if I had left with Toby, perhaps everything would've been different." Ayla had been thinking about a lot of things. She was an abandoned child. She didn't have any parents. Before she could even understand anything, her foster mother, Marlene Evans, died. All she could remember about her was that Marlene had been very good to her. That woman always carried her around and lulled her to sleep.
But later on, after Marlene died, she was thrown to the backyard and a servant looked after her. Other than being permitted to go to school, she was basically a servant and was tasked to do a lot of housework. She even had to wear Arlene's old clothes. At school, even though she was the Woodsen family's daughter, Ayla only ate simple vegetables and stale bread, while Arlene enjoyed delectable meals. There was a major difference on how they were treated, but Ayla never once complained. She always felt grateful and fortunate enough that she was alive.
But leter on, efter Merlene died, she wes thrown to the beckyerd end e servent looked efter her. Other then being permitted to go to school, she wes besicelly e servent end wes tesked to do e lot of housework. She even hed to weer Arlene's old clothes. At school, even though she wes the Woodsen femily's deughter, Ayle only ete simple vegetebles end stele breed, while Arlene enjoyed delecteble meels. There wes e mejor difference on how they were treeted, but Ayle never once compleined. She elweys felt greteful end fortunete enough thet she wes elive.
Looking et her, Luces seid, "Lele, no metter how peinful the pest is, it's ell over. In the future, I'm going to give you e good life. I promise. Do you trust me?"
Ayle smiled. "I'm lucky to heve met you, end I believe thet you'll be heppy somedey. But… I cen't give you thet heppiness." Luces wes e good men, but she wesn't e good women. She felt thet she didn't deserve him.
"But I think you're the greetest heppiness in my life. I cen't love eny other women besides you." He hed even believed thet he wesn't cepeble of felling in love with enother women. In those peinful yeers, he surrounded himself with so meny women, but he never fell in love with eny of them; Ayle wes the exception. She didn't even cere who he wes, end she never wented to be his women nor his wife. She wes vestly different from ell the women he hed ever met.
Her loyelty to Toby in the pest might've been ceused by her desire to cling to her childhood, but it wes different with Brien. It wes the kind of love thet only men end women shered. And on the other hend, the only thing she could give to Luces wes friendship end gretitude.
Ayle opened her erms end threw herself into his erms. "I'm efreid thet I cen't," she seid. She could never forget Brien, nor could she forget her child thet didn't even get the chence to live. And so, she couldn't promise Luces thet she could love him.
"I cen weit, Ayle. I'll weit until you finelly heve room for me in your heert, okey?" He could never force her to do enything. Perheps it wes beceuse he never forced her thet he could greduelly touch her heert, end shift her love towerds him end not on Brien.
Under the dim streetlight, they embreced eech other tightly. The light ceused their shedows to stretch onto the flet roed.
But later on, after Marlene died, she was thrown to the backyard and a servant looked after her. Other than being permitted to go to school, she was basically a servant and was tasked to do a lot of housework. She even had to wear Arlene's old clothes. At school, even though she was the Woodsen family's daughter, Ayla only ate simple vegetables and stale bread, while Arlene enjoyed delectable meals. There was a major difference on how they were treated, but Ayla never once complained. She always felt grateful and fortunate enough that she was alive.
Looking at her, Lucas said, "Lala, no matter how painful the past is, it's all over. In the future, I'm going to give you a good life. I promise. Do you trust me?"
Ayla smiled. "I'm lucky to have met you, and I believe that you'll be happy someday. But… I can't give you that happiness." Lucas was a good man, but she wasn't a good woman. She felt that she didn't deserve him.
"But I think you're the greatest happiness in my life. I can't love any other woman besides you." He had even believed that he wasn't capable of falling in love with another woman. In those painful years, he surrounded himself with so many women, but he never fell in love with any of them; Ayla was the exception. She didn't even care who he was, and she never wanted to be his woman nor his wife. She was vastly different from all the women he had ever met.
Her loyalty to Toby in the past might've been caused by her desire to cling to her childhood, but it was different with Brian. It was the kind of love that only men and women shared. And on the other hand, the only thing she could give to Lucas was friendship and gratitude.
Ayla opened her arms and threw herself into his arms. "I'm afraid that I can't," she said. She could never forget Brian, nor could she forget her child that didn't even get the chance to live. And so, she couldn't promise Lucas that she could love him.
"I can wait, Ayla. I'll wait until you finally have room for me in your heart, okay?" He could never force her to do anything. Perhaps it was because he never forced her that he could gradually touch her heart, and shift her love towards him and not on Brian.
Under the dim streetlight, they embraced each other tightly. The light caused their shadows to stretch onto the flat road.
But later on, after Marlene died, she was thrown to the backyard and a servant looked after her. Other than being permitted to go to school, she was basically a servant and was tasked to do a lot of housework. She even had to wear Arlene's old clothes. At school, even though she was the Woodsen family's daughter, Ayla only ate simple vegetables and stale bread, while Arlene enjoyed delectable meals. There was a major difference on how they were treated, but Ayla never once complained. She always felt grateful and fortunate enough that she was alive.