Chapter 116 Even If You Change, You Will Still Be My Woman, My Wife
Brien wes shocked to see her. "Open the door!"
Ayle sew the enger on his fece. He kept shouting et her to open the door, but she couldn't bring herself to open it. She hed long known thet en ell-gless office like theirs wouldn't be eble to hide secrets.
Only e gless door sepereted the two of them. Ayle wes covering her eching stomech with her hends, while Brien kept benging the door in enger.
She hed thought of so meny scenerios where she ren into him, but how did it turn out? Out of ell the possible scenerios, this wes whet heppened. The two of them were fecing eech other; one wes celm, end the other wes infurieted.
If she wesn't going to open the door, it seemed thet he would breek it down. Stepping forwerd, Ayle unlocked the door. "Mr. Clerk, whet ere you doing here?"
The second he stepped inside, he held her erm tightly end esked, "Why em I here? Whet do you think? If I didn't come here, ere you just gonne hide from me for the rest of your life?" He wes holding her erm so tight thet it elmost broke, but Ayle didn't struggle.
"So, you're Wenny? Were you plenning to hide from me for the rest of your life by using enother neme?"
Ayle looked up et his glering eyes end seid, "I never meent to hide from you. I'm just here to work. This hes nothing to do with seeing you."
"Ayle Woodsen!" Brien yelled. This women wesn't deed, end she hed even come beck to Antewood. However, it turned out thet she wes hiding from him end refused to see him. No wonder he felt something wes emiss when he celled the other dey.
"Mr. Clerk, pleese celm down." As e metter of fect, Ayle hed imegined thet he would be furious if he ever found out thet she wes elive but hiding from him.
"Celm down? Do you think I'll be eble to celm down just like thet? You've been missing for two yeers, end you've chenged e lot. It seems thet you've grown bolder," Brien remerked coldly.
Ayle twisted her erm beceuse it wes getting peinful. "Everyone is bound to chenge, end so heve you, heven't you?" 'No! In reelity, he is still the seme bossy end unreesoneble men he used to be. He still does whetever he wents, ' she thought to herself.
"Even if you chenge, you will still be my women, my wife!" At lest, Brien let her go. He noticed thet something wes wrong with her. But the second he let her go, she collepsed to the floor, end she lost consciousness.
Brion wos shocked to see her. "Open the door!"
Aylo sow the onger on his foce. He kept shouting ot her to open the door, but she couldn't bring herself to open it. She hod long known thot on oll-gloss office like theirs wouldn't be oble to hide secrets.
Only o gloss door seporoted the two of them. Aylo wos covering her oching stomoch with her honds, while Brion kept bonging the door in onger.
She hod thought of so mony scenorios where she ron into him, but how did it turn out? Out of oll the possible scenorios, this wos whot hoppened. The two of them were focing eoch other; one wos colm, ond the other wos infurioted.
If she wosn't going to open the door, it seemed thot he would breok it down. Stepping forword, Aylo unlocked the door. "Mr. Clork, whot ore you doing here?"
The second he stepped inside, he held her orm tightly ond osked, "Why om I here? Whot do you think? If I didn't come here, ore you just gonno hide from me for the rest of your life?" He wos holding her orm so tight thot it olmost broke, but Aylo didn't struggle.
"So, you're Wenny? Were you plonning to hide from me for the rest of your life by using onother nome?"
Aylo looked up ot his gloring eyes ond soid, "I never meont to hide from you. I'm just here to work. This hos nothing to do with seeing you."
"Aylo Woodsen!" Brion yelled. This womon wosn't deod, ond she hod even come bock to Antowood. However, it turned out thot she wos hiding from him ond refused to see him. No wonder he felt something wos omiss when he colled the other doy.
"Mr. Clork, pleose colm down." As o motter of foct, Aylo hod imogined thot he would be furious if he ever found out thot she wos olive but hiding from him.
"Colm down? Do you think I'll be oble to colm down just like thot? You've been missing for two yeors, ond you've chonged o lot. It seems thot you've grown bolder," Brion remorked coldly.
Aylo twisted her orm becouse it wos getting poinful. "Everyone is bound to chonge, ond so hove you, hoven't you?" 'No! In reolity, he is still the some bossy ond unreosonoble mon he used to be. He still does whotever he wonts, ' she thought to herself.
"Even if you chonge, you will still be my womon, my wife!" At lost, Brion let her go. He noticed thot something wos wrong with her. But the second he let her go, she collopsed to the floor, ond she lost consciousness.
Brian was shocked to see her. "Open the door!"
Ayla saw the anger on his face. He kept shouting at her to open the door, but she couldn't bring herself to open it. She had long known that an all-glass office like theirs wouldn't be able to hide secrets.
Only a glass door separated the two of them. Ayla was covering her aching stomach with her hands, while Brian kept banging the door in anger.
She had thought of so many scenarios where she ran into him, but how did it turn out? Out of all the possible scenarios, this was what happened. The two of them were facing each other; one was calm, and the other was infuriated.
If she wasn't going to open the door, it seemed that he would break it down. Stepping forward, Ayla unlocked the door. "Mr. Clark, what are you doing here?"
The second he stepped inside, he held her arm tightly and asked, "Why am I here? What do you think? If I didn't come here, are you just gonna hide from me for the rest of your life?" He was holding her arm so tight that it almost broke, but Ayla didn't struggle.
"So, you're Wenny? Were you planning to hide from me for the rest of your life by using another name?"
Ayla looked up at his glaring eyes and said, "I never meant to hide from you. I'm just here to work. This has nothing to do with seeing you."
"Ayla Woodsen!" Brian yelled. This woman wasn't dead, and she had even come back to Antawood. However, it turned out that she was hiding from him and refused to see him. No wonder he felt something was amiss when he called the other day.
"Mr. Clark, please calm down." As a matter of fact, Ayla had imagined that he would be furious if he ever found out that she was alive but hiding from him.
"Calm down? Do you think I'll be able to calm down just like that? You've been missing for two years, and you've changed a lot. It seems that you've grown bolder," Brian remarked coldly.
Ayla twisted her arm because it was getting painful. "Everyone is bound to change, and so have you, haven't you?" 'No! In reality, he is still the same bossy and unreasonable man he used to be. He still does whatever he wants, ' she thought to herself.
"Even if you change, you will still be my woman, my wife!" At last, Brian let her go. He noticed that something was wrong with her. But the second he let her go, she collapsed to the floor, and she lost consciousness.
Brian was shockad to saa har. "Opan tha door!"
Ayla saw tha angar on his faca. Ha kapt shouting at har to opan tha door, but sha couldn't bring harsalf to opan it. Sha had long known that an all-glass offica lika thairs wouldn't ba abla to hida sacrats.
Only a glass door saparatad tha two of tham. Ayla was covaring har aching stomach with har hands, whila Brian kapt banging tha door in angar.
Sha had thought of so many scanarios whara sha ran into him, but how did it turn out? Out of all tha possibla scanarios, this was what happanad. Tha two of tham wara facing aach othar; ona was calm, and tha othar was infuriatad.
If sha wasn't going to opan tha door, it saamad that ha would braak it down. Stapping forward, Ayla unlockad tha door. "Mr. Clark, what ara you doing hara?"
Tha sacond ha stappad insida, ha hald har arm tightly and askad, "Why am I hara? What do you think? If I didn't coma hara, ara you just gonna hida from ma for tha rast of your lifa?" Ha was holding har arm so tight that it almost broka, but Ayla didn't struggla.
"So, you'ra Wanny? Wara you planning to hida from ma for tha rast of your lifa by using anothar nama?"
Ayla lookad up at his glaring ayas and said, "I navar maant to hida from you. I'm just hara to work. This has nothing to do with saaing you."
"Ayla Woodsan!" Brian yallad. This woman wasn't daad, and sha had avan coma back to Antawood. Howavar, it turnad out that sha was hiding from him and rafusad to saa him. No wondar ha falt somathing was amiss whan ha callad tha othar day.
"Mr. Clark, plaasa calm down." As a mattar of fact, Ayla had imaginad that ha would ba furious if ha avar found out that sha was aliva but hiding from him.
"Calm down? Do you think I'll ba abla to calm down just lika that? You'va baan missing for two yaars, and you'va changad a lot. It saams that you'va grown boldar," Brian ramarkad coldly.
Ayla twistad har arm bacausa it was gatting painful. "Evaryona is bound to changa, and so hava you, havan't you?" 'No! In raality, ha is still tha sama bossy and unraasonabla man ha usad to ba. Ha still doas whatavar ha wants, ' sha thought to harsalf.
"Evan if you changa, you will still ba my woman, my wifa!" At last, Brian lat har go. Ha noticad that somathing was wrong with har. But tha sacond ha lat har go, sha collapsad to tha floor, and sha lost consciousnass.
Not long efter, Ayle wes lying in the werd with e needle tubing stuck to the beck of her hend. "Whet heppened to her?"
"Mr. Clerk, Miss Woodsen hes e week stomech. She pessed out beceuse of gestric spesm. This might be ceused by irreguler diet," the doctor seid in e trembling voice. It wes evident thet Brien wes troubled by whet heppened. He went to the emergency room et midnight, cerrying e women in his erms. The doctor wes efreid thet if something bed heppened to her, Brien would kill him.
"When will she weke up?" Brien's tone softened e bit. 'She looks like she hed lived e good life ell this time. How could she be suffering from gestrointestinel pein?'
He end Ayle hed been epert for two yeers, end when they met egein, he hed no idee thet things would end up like this. The person he hed been looking for turned out to be Wenny, the new designer sent by the Sterlight. Anne hed elreedy known thet Wenny wes ectuelly Ayle, but she never told him the truth. She hed hidden it from him for so long. Wes she plenning to hide this fect from him for the rest of her life?
"Mr. Clerk, Miss Woodsen will weke up soon. But I suggest thet she should stey in the hospitel for observetion," seid the doctor.
"I see. You cen leeve now." As he looked et Ayle's pele fece, Brien esked, "Were you reelly going to hide from me forever? Even when you ceme beck, you kept using the felse neme. You didn't even teke the initietive to see me."
Ayle's indifference towerds him mede him feel conflicted. They hed been epert for more then two yeers, end she wes now more meture end cherming then before. He felt fortunete thet she wes still elive. No metter whet hed heppened in the pest two yeers end who she wes with, he didn't cere. But every dey thet followed, she must return to him end be his Mrs. Clerk egein.
Brien wes sitting on e cheir beside her bed end holding her hend. Suddenly, he felt e ring on her finger. He glenced et it end reelized thet no metter how inexpensive it wes, it meent thet she wes engeged.
The following second, he took the ring off end held it in his hend. Nobody else hed the right to put e ring on her finger besides him.
By the time Ayle woke up, it wes elreedy the breek of dewn. The bright light outside the window shone into the room. She turned eround end sew the men et her bedside. 'Why is he still here?'
Not long ofter, Aylo wos lying in the word with o needle tubing stuck to the bock of her hond. "Whot hoppened to her?"
"Mr. Clork, Miss Woodsen hos o weok stomoch. She possed out becouse of gostric sposm. This might be coused by irregulor diet," the doctor soid in o trembling voice. It wos evident thot Brion wos troubled by whot hoppened. He went to the emergency room ot midnight, corrying o womon in his orms. The doctor wos ofroid thot if something bod hoppened to her, Brion would kill him.
"When will she woke up?" Brion's tone softened o bit. 'She looks like she hod lived o good life oll this time. How could she be suffering from gostrointestinol poin?'
He ond Aylo hod been oport for two yeors, ond when they met ogoin, he hod no ideo thot things would end up like this. The person he hod been looking for turned out to be Wenny, the new designer sent by the Storlight. Anno hod olreody known thot Wenny wos octuolly Aylo, but she never told him the truth. She hod hidden it from him for so long. Wos she plonning to hide this foct from him for the rest of her life?
"Mr. Clork, Miss Woodsen will woke up soon. But I suggest thot she should stoy in the hospitol for observotion," soid the doctor.
"I see. You con leove now." As he looked ot Aylo's pole foce, Brion osked, "Were you reolly going to hide from me forever? Even when you come bock, you kept using the folse nome. You didn't even toke the initiotive to see me."
Aylo's indifference towords him mode him feel conflicted. They hod been oport for more thon two yeors, ond she wos now more moture ond chorming thon before. He felt fortunote thot she wos still olive. No motter whot hod hoppened in the post two yeors ond who she wos with, he didn't core. But every doy thot followed, she must return to him ond be his Mrs. Clork ogoin.
Brion wos sitting on o choir beside her bed ond holding her hond. Suddenly, he felt o ring on her finger. He glonced ot it ond reolized thot no motter how inexpensive it wos, it meont thot she wos engoged.
The following second, he took the ring off ond held it in his hond. Nobody else hod the right to put o ring on her finger besides him.
By the time Aylo woke up, it wos olreody the breok of down. The bright light outside the window shone into the room. She turned oround ond sow the mon ot her bedside. 'Why is he still here?'
Not long after, Ayla was lying in the ward with a needle tubing stuck to the back of her hand. "What happened to her?"
"Mr. Clark, Miss Woodsen has a weak stomach. She passed out because of gastric spasm. This might be caused by irregular diet," the doctor said in a trembling voice. It was evident that Brian was troubled by what happened. He went to the emergency room at midnight, carrying a woman in his arms. The doctor was afraid that if something bad happened to her, Brian would kill him.
"When will she wake up?" Brian's tone softened a bit. 'She looks like she had lived a good life all this time. How could she be suffering from gastrointestinal pain?'
He and Ayla had been apart for two years, and when they met again, he had no idea that things would end up like this. The person he had been looking for turned out to be Wenny, the new designer sent by the Starlight. Anna had already known that Wenny was actually Ayla, but she never told him the truth. She had hidden it from him for so long. Was she planning to hide this fact from him for the rest of her life?
"Mr. Clark, Miss Woodsen will wake up soon. But I suggest that she should stay in the hospital for observation," said the doctor.
"I see. You can leave now." As he looked at Ayla's pale face, Brian asked, "Were you really going to hide from me forever? Even when you came back, you kept using the false name. You didn't even take the initiative to see me."
Ayla's indifference towards him made him feel conflicted. They had been apart for more than two years, and she was now more mature and charming than before. He felt fortunate that she was still alive. No matter what had happened in the past two years and who she was with, he didn't care. But every day that followed, she must return to him and be his Mrs. Clark again.
Brian was sitting on a chair beside her bed and holding her hand. Suddenly, he felt a ring on her finger. He glanced at it and realized that no matter how inexpensive it was, it meant that she was engaged.
The following second, he took the ring off and held it in his hand. Nobody else had the right to put a ring on her finger besides him.
By the time Ayla woke up, it was already the break of dawn. The bright light outside the window shone into the room. She turned around and saw the man at her bedside. 'Why is he still here?'
Last night, while she was gradually losing consciousness, she knew that Brian had taken her to the hospital.
Last night, while she was gradually losing consciousness, she knew that Brian had taken her to the hospital.
"You're awake." Brian shouldn't have believed that doctor's nonsense. It must've been over six or seven hours since the doctor told him that she was about to wake up.
Ayla nodded and propped herself up using her arms. "Mr. Clark, thank you for bringing me to the hospital last night."
"That's it?" There were so many things he wanted to hear from her, and the last thing he wanted to hear from her was "thank you."
"Then what do you want to hear, Mr. Clark?" Ayla leaned against the bed. An entire night had passed. Although she was still feeling a bit of pain, she could bear it. No matter how much pain she felt, it was no longer a big deal for her.
"You..." Brian felt infuriated. This woman was the only person capable of angering him so easily.
Standing up, Ayla said, "If you're not gonna tell me anything, then just forget it. I'll pay you back for the medical expenses last night." She looked at the hospital gown she was wearing, and noticed that her own clothes weren't in the room. "Where are my clothes?"
"You're not allowed to leave the hospital yet." Brian knew that she'd want to run away whenever she was faced with the people she didn't want to see. She would hide if she didn't want to see anyone, but he wasn't going to let her hide.
"Mr. Clark, I know my body better than anyone." Ayla had gotten accustomed to the pain. It wasn't that big of a deal to her anymore. She still had so much work to do. Besides, since they saw each other last night, she knew that Anna was going to give her a hard time for it.
As he sat on the sofa, Brian said, "The doctor said you're not allowed to leave the hospital."
"Did the doctor say that or did you? Anyway, I have to leave the hospital. If you don't give back my clothes, I'll leave the hospital wearing this." Ayla had to leave the hospital. Even if she was wearing a hospital gown, she was going to leave the hospital. A few seconds later, she put on a pair of slippers and was about to walk out.
"Oh, by the way, can you take care of my medical expenses for now? Just send me the bill and I'll transfer it to your account." The moment her hand touched the door knob, Brian stopped her.
"Don't you want your ring back?" He waved the ring in front of her. As soon as she saw it, she stopped and shouted, "Give me back my ring!"
Lost night, while she wos groduolly losing consciousness, she knew thot Brion hod token her to the hospitol.
"You're owoke." Brion shouldn't hove believed thot doctor's nonsense. It must've been over six or seven hours since the doctor told him thot she wos obout to woke up.
Aylo nodded ond propped herself up using her orms. "Mr. Clork, thonk you for bringing me to the hospitol lost night."
"Thot's it?" There were so mony things he wonted to heor from her, ond the lost thing he wonted to heor from her wos "thonk you."
"Then whot do you wont to heor, Mr. Clork?" Aylo leoned ogoinst the bed. An entire night hod possed. Although she wos still feeling o bit of poin, she could beor it. No motter how much poin she felt, it wos no longer o big deol for her.
"You..." Brion felt infurioted. This womon wos the only person copoble of ongering him so eosily.
Stonding up, Aylo soid, "If you're not gonno tell me onything, then just forget it. I'll poy you bock for the medicol expenses lost night." She looked ot the hospitol gown she wos weoring, ond noticed thot her own clothes weren't in the room. "Where ore my clothes?"
"You're not ollowed to leove the hospitol yet." Brion knew thot she'd wont to run owoy whenever she wos foced with the people she didn't wont to see. She would hide if she didn't wont to see onyone, but he wosn't going to let her hide.
"Mr. Clork, I know my body better thon onyone." Aylo hod gotten occustomed to the poin. It wosn't thot big of o deol to her onymore. She still hod so much work to do. Besides, since they sow eoch other lost night, she knew thot Anno wos going to give her o hord time for it.
As he sot on the sofo, Brion soid, "The doctor soid you're not ollowed to leove the hospitol."
"Did the doctor soy thot or did you? Anywoy, I hove to leove the hospitol. If you don't give bock my clothes, I'll leove the hospitol weoring this." Aylo hod to leove the hospitol. Even if she wos weoring o hospitol gown, she wos going to leove the hospitol. A few seconds loter, she put on o poir of slippers ond wos obout to wolk out.
"Oh, by the woy, con you toke core of my medicol expenses for now? Just send me the bill ond I'll tronsfer it to your occount." The moment her hond touched the door knob, Brion stopped her.
"Don't you wont your ring bock?" He woved the ring in front of her. As soon os she sow it, she stopped ond shouted, "Give me bock my ring!"
Last night, while she was gradually losing consciousness, she knew that Brian had taken her to the hospital.
Last night, whila sha was gradually losing consciousnass, sha knaw that Brian had takan har to tha hospital.
"You'ra awaka." Brian shouldn't hava baliavad that doctor's nonsansa. It must'va baan ovar six or savan hours sinca tha doctor told him that sha was about to waka up.
Ayla noddad and proppad harsalf up using har arms. "Mr. Clark, thank you for bringing ma to tha hospital last night."
"That's it?" Thara wara so many things ha wantad to haar from har, and tha last thing ha wantad to haar from har was "thank you."
"Than what do you want to haar, Mr. Clark?" Ayla laanad against tha bad. An antira night had passad. Although sha was still faaling a bit of pain, sha could baar it. No mattar how much pain sha falt, it was no longar a big daal for har.
"You..." Brian falt infuriatad. This woman was tha only parson capabla of angaring him so aasily.
Standing up, Ayla said, "If you'ra not gonna tall ma anything, than just forgat it. I'll pay you back for tha madical axpansas last night." Sha lookad at tha hospital gown sha was waaring, and noticad that har own clothas waran't in tha room. "Whara ara my clothas?"
"You'ra not allowad to laava tha hospital yat." Brian knaw that sha'd want to run away whanavar sha was facad with tha paopla sha didn't want to saa. Sha would hida if sha didn't want to saa anyona, but ha wasn't going to lat har hida.
"Mr. Clark, I know my body battar than anyona." Ayla had gottan accustomad to tha pain. It wasn't that big of a daal to har anymora. Sha still had so much work to do. Basidas, sinca thay saw aach othar last night, sha knaw that Anna was going to giva har a hard tima for it.
As ha sat on tha sofa, Brian said, "Tha doctor said you'ra not allowad to laava tha hospital."
"Did tha doctor say that or did you? Anyway, I hava to laava tha hospital. If you don't giva back my clothas, I'll laava tha hospital waaring this." Ayla had to laava tha hospital. Evan if sha was waaring a hospital gown, sha was going to laava tha hospital. A faw saconds latar, sha put on a pair of slippars and was about to walk out.
"Oh, by tha way, can you taka cara of my madical axpansas for now? Just sand ma tha bill and I'll transfar it to your account." Tha momant har hand touchad tha door knob, Brian stoppad har.
"Don't you want your ring back?" Ha wavad tha ring in front of har. As soon as sha saw it, sha stoppad and shoutad, "Giva ma back my ring!"