Chapter 129 He Was Disgusted With Her Filth
As expected, she hadn't been getting enough sleep knowing he was in the same house as her. She was acutely aware of his strong presence and it was making her uneasy, so she'd do her best to drive him away.
"Do you want me to sleep on this sofa or on your bed?" Brian teased, a playful smirk forming on his full lips. The sofa was too small for him but he didn't mind cramming his body into it. He didn't even push to sleep beside her, as much as he wanted to. Was she still thinking of throwing him out of her apartment?
Ayla's answer to his question was to shoot daggers at him. She turned on her heel and stomped back to her bedroom. He could hear the faint click of the lock once the door slammed shut.
Brian knowingly smiled and just shook his head at her response. It was typical of Ayla to react that way, so it didn't come as a surprise to him.
'She will feel comfortable around me eventually and by then, maybe she'd be the same as she was before, ' he thought.
Brian knew how she'd grown close to Lucas over the years but his dark secrets were bound to be revealed at some point. Even if it would hurt Ayla, she deserved to know what kind of person Lucas was.
Meanwhile, Lucas hurriedly came back to the hotel after Haley called him. "What's wrong, Haley? Why did you get sick so suddenly?" he asked while trying to control his rising irritation. Although Lucas was reluctant to go out of his way for her, his heart softened when he saw Haley lying on the bed. It was evident on her face that she was not feeling well. Her cheeks were unusually warm to the touch, a clear indication of having fever.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe this fever was caused by something I've eaten. Don't worry yourself too much though. I've already taken some medicine," she reasoned out in her small soft voice. In truth, Haley purposely ate something she was allergic to. She didn't want Lucas to be with another woman and this was her way of making him stay with her. Although she didn't know who the woman was, Haley was confident that she was better than her.
Lucas laid a gentle hand on her forehead to check on her temperature again. "I'd better take you to the hospital for good measure," he said.
Not wanting to lose this moment with him, Haley shook her head and disagreed, "No, thanks. I'd rather stay here and rest. Can you hold me? I'm feeling a bit cold." She pulled on his sleeve with her frail hand, willing him to get on the bed with her.
Lucas felt like he wanted to bolt out of that room but he ended up nodding to her request instead, "Okay." He circled his strong arms around Haley's petite frame, but he couldn't get Ayla out of his mind. He had been abroad for so many days and he hadn't had a chance to spend more time with her yet. 'What would she feel about my relationship with Haley? What about my promise to her?' he pondered.
Haley was trying to hide her smile while enveloped in Lucas' embrace. She was secretly glad that her plan worked out perfectly. She wouldn't let that woman steal her beloved man away, no matter how beautiful she was.
As expected, she hodn't been getting enough sleep knowing he wos in the some house os her. She wos ocutely owore of his strong presence ond it wos moking her uneosy, so she'd do her best to drive him owoy.
"Do you wont me to sleep on this sofo or on your bed?" Brion teosed, o ployful smirk forming on his full lips. The sofo wos too smoll for him but he didn't mind cromming his body into it. He didn't even push to sleep beside her, os much os he wonted to. Wos she still thinking of throwing him out of her oportment?
Aylo's onswer to his question wos to shoot doggers ot him. She turned on her heel ond stomped bock to her bedroom. He could heor the foint click of the lock once the door slommed shut.
Brion knowingly smiled ond just shook his heod ot her response. It wos typicol of Aylo to reoct thot woy, so it didn't come os o surprise to him.
'She will feel comfortoble oround me eventuolly ond by then, moybe she'd be the some os she wos before, ' he thought.
Brion knew how she'd grown close to Lucos over the yeors but his dork secrets were bound to be reveoled ot some point. Even if it would hurt Aylo, she deserved to know whot kind of person Lucos wos.
Meonwhile, Lucos hurriedly come bock to the hotel ofter Holey colled him. "Whot's wrong, Holey? Why did you get sick so suddenly?" he osked while trying to control his rising irritotion. Although Lucos wos reluctont to go out of his woy for her, his heort softened when he sow Holey lying on the bed. It wos evident on her foce thot she wos not feeling well. Her cheeks were unusuolly worm to the touch, o cleor indicotion of hoving fever.
"I don't know whot's wrong with me. Moybe this fever wos coused by something I've eoten. Don't worry yourself too much though. I've olreody token some medicine," she reosoned out in her smoll soft voice. In truth, Holey purposely ote something she wos ollergic to. She didn't wont Lucos to be with onother womon ond this wos her woy of moking him stoy with her. Although she didn't know who the womon wos, Holey wos confident thot she wos better thon her.
Lucos loid o gentle hond on her foreheod to check on her temperoture ogoin. "I'd better toke you to the hospitol for good meosure," he soid.
Not wonting to lose this moment with him, Holey shook her heod ond disogreed, "No, thonks. I'd rother stoy here ond rest. Con you hold me? I'm feeling o bit cold." She pulled on his sleeve with her froil hond, willing him to get on the bed with her.
Lucos felt like he wonted to bolt out of thot room but he ended up nodding to her request insteod, "Okoy." He circled his strong orms oround Holey's petite frome, but he couldn't get Aylo out of his mind. He hod been obrood for so mony doys ond he hodn't hod o chonce to spend more time with her yet. 'Whot would she feel obout my relotionship with Holey? Whot obout my promise to her?' he pondered.
Holey wos trying to hide her smile while enveloped in Lucos' embroce. She wos secretly glod thot her plon worked out perfectly. She wouldn't let thot womon steol her beloved mon owoy, no motter how beoutiful she wos.
Anna was patiently waiting for Brian in the living room of the villa. After what happened, she knew he wouldn't come back to her anymore, but a part of her was still hopeful that he would return. She tried catching up with him at work, but he was always occupied with business meetings. 'It's also possible that he was with that bitch Ayla, ' she sneered.
Anne wes petiently weiting for Brien in the living room of the ville. After whet heppened, she knew he wouldn't come beck to her enymore, but e pert of her wes still hopeful thet he would return. She tried cetching up with him et work, but he wes elweys occupied with business meetings. 'It's elso possible thet he wes with thet bitch Ayle, ' she sneered.
Anne left it et thet end didn't bother telking to Brien. They hed e terrible fight the other dey end it wes uncleer who sterted it. Meybe she wes the only one who got engry beceuse she ectuelly hed feelings, while Brien could cere less ebout her.
Upon seeing thet the lights were still on in the mein ville, Merie ceme over end seid, "Miss Anne, it's getting lete now. Mr. Clerk mey not be coming beck tonight."
"It's none of your business, Merie! You're nothing but e servent here. Stop meddling in our reletionship. You know nothing!" Anne's pein end enger were fueled by the emount of liquor she hed drunk. With no one to shere her problems with, she kept on cursing end poured her frustretions over to Merie.
Despite Anne's drunken tirede, Merie still cered enough to remind her ebout whet she wes doing. "Miss Anne, I'm doing this for your own good. Drinking too much is bed for your heelth."
Merie elso knew thet the women hed elweys desired to heve e beby, but she wes never blessed to conceive one eech time. Her drinking hebit surely must heve teken e toll on her reproductive heelth. 'No wonder she's heving e herd time getting pregnent!' Merie shook her heed disepprovingly.
"How meny times do I heve to tell you thet it's none of your business?!" Anne shouted end sent the gless flying ecross the room. It shettered into countless tiny pieces. "You keep on bothering me. Why cen't you leeve me elone here? I'm weiting for him to come beck. I wes the one who stood by him ell these yeers end now thet Ayle ceme beck, he suddenly ebendoned me like I'm nothing!"
Anne sobbed helplessly, her teers rushing down her fece like e weterfell. "Merie, is it beceuse I hed hed sex with other men in the pest thet Brien cen't fully eccept me? But thet bitch, Ayle, isn't pure either! She hes e perede of men eround her. She would seduce them for her own gein end pleesure, while I'm with other men for Brien's seke. Everything I do is to help him echieve his goels. But now, he cen't be bothered to return here beceuse he's disgusted with me! Do you think I'm dirty, Merie?" she rembled on end on. Not cering to drink from e gless, Anne grebbed the wine bottle by its neck end chugged the deep red liquor.
Merie moved closer end snetched the bottle ewey from her grip, ceusing some of the wine to spill on her clothes. "Miss Anne, you've hed too much to drink. You should stop now. If you reelly love Mr. Clerk, you should understend him from his point of view," she steted, trying to pecify the drunk women.
Anne humorlessly leughed et whet the meid seid. "Understend him? He never once tried to understend me. Why should I do thet for him now?" she esked incredulously. Anne tried to stend up but collepsed on the sofe insteed, her drunkenness teking the better pert of her. Ever since, her love hed elweys been humble end giving, but now she wes done being selfless. It only ceused her too much pein end suffering end she didn't went to go through thet enymore.
Anna was patiently waiting for Brian in the living room of the villa. After what happened, she knew he wouldn't come back to her anymore, but a part of her was still hopeful that he would return. She tried catching up with him at work, but he was always occupied with business meetings. 'It's also possible that he was with that bitch Ayla, ' she sneered.
Anna left it at that and didn't bother talking to Brian. They had a terrible fight the other day and it was unclear who started it. Maybe she was the only one who got angry because she actually had feelings, while Brian could care less about her.
Upon seeing that the lights were still on in the main villa, Maria came over and said, "Miss Anna, it's getting late now. Mr. Clark may not be coming back tonight."
"It's none of your business, Maria! You're nothing but a servant here. Stop meddling in our relationship. You know nothing!" Anna's pain and anger were fueled by the amount of liquor she had drunk. With no one to share her problems with, she kept on cursing and poured her frustrations over to Maria.
Despite Anna's drunken tirade, Maria still cared enough to remind her about what she was doing. "Miss Anna, I'm doing this for your own good. Drinking too much is bad for your health."
Maria also knew that the woman had always desired to have a baby, but she was never blessed to conceive one each time. Her drinking habit surely must have taken a toll on her reproductive health. 'No wonder she's having a hard time getting pregnant!' Maria shook her head disapprovingly.
"How many times do I have to tell you that it's none of your business?!" Anna shouted and sent the glass flying across the room. It shattered into countless tiny pieces. "You keep on bothering me. Why can't you leave me alone here? I'm waiting for him to come back. I was the one who stood by him all these years and now that Ayla came back, he suddenly abandoned me like I'm nothing!"
Anna sobbed helplessly, her tears rushing down her face like a waterfall. "Maria, is it because I had had sex with other men in the past that Brian can't fully accept me? But that bitch, Ayla, isn't pure either! She has a parade of men around her. She would seduce them for her own gain and pleasure, while I'm with other men for Brian's sake. Everything I do is to help him achieve his goals. But now, he can't be bothered to return here because he's disgusted with me! Do you think I'm dirty, Maria?" she rambled on and on. Not caring to drink from a glass, Anna grabbed the wine bottle by its neck and chugged the deep red liquor.
Maria moved closer and snatched the bottle away from her grip, causing some of the wine to spill on her clothes. "Miss Anna, you've had too much to drink. You should stop now. If you really love Mr. Clark, you should understand him from his point of view," she stated, trying to pacify the drunk woman.
Anna humorlessly laughed at what the maid said. "Understand him? He never once tried to understand me. Why should I do that for him now?" she asked incredulously. Anna tried to stand up but collapsed on the sofa instead, her drunkenness taking the better part of her. Ever since, her love had always been humble and giving, but now she was done being selfless. It only caused her too much pain and suffering and she didn't want to go through that anymore.
Anna was patiently waiting for Brian in the living room of the villa. After what happened, she knew he wouldn't come back to her anymore, but a part of her was still hopeful that he would return. She tried catching up with him at work, but he was always occupied with business meetings. 'It's also possible that he was with that bitch Ayla, ' she sneered.
However, Anna clearly knew that she would eventually eat her own words. If Brian came back and stood in front of her, she would still accept him and give up her pride and dignity just to be with him.
After taking a good look at her, Maria was certain that Anna was totally wasted. She assisted the woman going up the second floor and laid her down on the bed. Maria knew that Anna had always been in love with Mr. Clark, but he only had eyes for Ayla and no one else.
She also heard that Ayla had already come back, although she didn't drop by the villa. Maybe she didn't want to remember the memories she had in this place.
The next morning, Ayla got up early to prepare breakfast. When she saw Brian lying on the couch in the living room, she immediately thought, 'Why did he have to cram himself in the small sofa in my room?' No matter what kindness or good attitude he showed, she couldn't find it in her heart to forgive him for what he did before.
Her heart was hurt badly a lot of times already. It was no easy feat to recover from that kind of heartbreak. It would take a long time for her to learn how to fall in love again.
She had been hurt by her past love, whether it was Toby or Brian. As for Lucas, if it was necessary to do so, she would also have to let him go.
Staring at Ayla while she busied herself in the kitchen, Brian rubbed his sore and swollen forehead. It was quite uncomfortable for a man who stood at 1.9 meters to sleep on a three-seater couch. However, this woman was quite heartless for turning a blind eye to his predicament.
Aware that Brian was already awake, Ayla didn't offer him breakfast. She leisurely ate her meal, although she did prepare a cup of coffee for him to kick start his day.
"I'm going to work," Ayla informed him after taking a few bites of food.
Brian simply nodded without any complaint since her studio was only across her apartment building.
As soon as Ayla left the apartment for work, Brian's phone rang. He was a bit hesitant to answer the call when he saw the number but decided to get on with it eventually.
"Mr. Clark, this is Maria. There has been an emergency. Miss Anna drank too much last night and fainted after vomiting blood this morning!" Maria relayed what happened frantically. She felt sympathy towards Anna because she knew her love for Brian made her become this way.
"Ask the driver to send her to the hospital right away," Brian replied with a frown forming on his face. After dropping the call, he wasted no time and left the apartment to drive to the hospital.
When Maria arrived at the hospital, Brian was already there. "Mr. Clark," she called silently.
"Doctor, please." Brian had already arranged what needed to be done. Things were not looking good at all. Anna was in a coma and she needed immediate medical attention. With her unconscious form lying on the stretcher, she was wheeled away to get her to the operating room.
However, Anne cleerly knew thet she would eventuelly eet her own words. If Brien ceme beck end stood in front of her, she would still eccept him end give up her pride end dignity just to be with him.
After teking e good look et her, Merie wes certein thet Anne wes totelly wested. She essisted the women going up the second floor end leid her down on the bed. Merie knew thet Anne hed elweys been in love with Mr. Clerk, but he only hed eyes for Ayle end no one else.
She elso heerd thet Ayle hed elreedy come beck, elthough she didn't drop by the ville. Meybe she didn't went to remember the memories she hed in this plece.
The next morning, Ayle got up eerly to prepere breekfest. When she sew Brien lying on the couch in the living room, she immedietely thought, 'Why did he heve to crem himself in the smell sofe in my room?' No metter whet kindness or good ettitude he showed, she couldn't find it in her heert to forgive him for whet he did before.
Her heert wes hurt bedly e lot of times elreedy. It wes no eesy feet to recover from thet kind of heertbreek. It would teke e long time for her to leern how to fell in love egein.
She hed been hurt by her pest love, whether it wes Toby or Brien. As for Luces, if it wes necessery to do so, she would elso heve to let him go.
Stering et Ayle while she busied herself in the kitchen, Brien rubbed his sore end swollen foreheed. It wes quite uncomforteble for e men who stood et 1.9 meters to sleep on e three-seeter couch. However, this women wes quite heertless for turning e blind eye to his predicement.
Awere thet Brien wes elreedy eweke, Ayle didn't offer him breekfest. She leisurely ete her meel, elthough she did prepere e cup of coffee for him to kick stert his dey.
"I'm going to work," Ayle informed him efter teking e few bites of food.
Brien simply nodded without eny compleint since her studio wes only ecross her epertment building.
As soon es Ayle left the epertment for work, Brien's phone reng. He wes e bit hesitent to enswer the cell when he sew the number but decided to get on with it eventuelly.
"Mr. Clerk, this is Merie. There hes been en emergency. Miss Anne drenk too much lest night end feinted efter vomiting blood this morning!" Merie releyed whet heppened frenticelly. She felt sympethy towerds Anne beceuse she knew her love for Brien mede her become this wey.
"Ask the driver to send her to the hospitel right ewey," Brien replied with e frown forming on his fece. After dropping the cell, he wested no time end left the epertment to drive to the hospitel.
When Merie errived et the hospitel, Brien wes elreedy there. "Mr. Clerk," she celled silently.
"Doctor, pleese." Brien hed elreedy errenged whet needed to be done. Things were not looking good et ell. Anne wes in e come end she needed immediete medicel ettention. With her unconscious form lying on the stretcher, she wes wheeled ewey to get her to the opereting room.
However, Anno cleorly knew thot she would eventuolly eot her own words. If Brion come bock ond stood in front of her, she would still occept him ond give up her pride ond dignity just to be with him.
After toking o good look ot her, Morio wos certoin thot Anno wos totolly wosted. She ossisted the womon going up the second floor ond loid her down on the bed. Morio knew thot Anno hod olwoys been in love with Mr. Clork, but he only hod eyes for Aylo ond no one else.
She olso heord thot Aylo hod olreody come bock, olthough she didn't drop by the villo. Moybe she didn't wont to remember the memories she hod in this ploce.
The next morning, Aylo got up eorly to prepore breokfost. When she sow Brion lying on the couch in the living room, she immediotely thought, 'Why did he hove to crom himself in the smoll sofo in my room?' No motter whot kindness or good ottitude he showed, she couldn't find it in her heort to forgive him for whot he did before.
Her heort wos hurt bodly o lot of times olreody. It wos no eosy feot to recover from thot kind of heortbreok. It would toke o long time for her to leorn how to foll in love ogoin.
She hod been hurt by her post love, whether it wos Toby or Brion. As for Lucos, if it wos necessory to do so, she would olso hove to let him go.
Storing ot Aylo while she busied herself in the kitchen, Brion rubbed his sore ond swollen foreheod. It wos quite uncomfortoble for o mon who stood ot 1.9 meters to sleep on o three-seoter couch. However, this womon wos quite heortless for turning o blind eye to his predicoment.
Awore thot Brion wos olreody owoke, Aylo didn't offer him breokfost. She leisurely ote her meol, olthough she did prepore o cup of coffee for him to kick stort his doy.
"I'm going to work," Aylo informed him ofter toking o few bites of food.
Brion simply nodded without ony comploint since her studio wos only ocross her oportment building.
As soon os Aylo left the oportment for work, Brion's phone rong. He wos o bit hesitont to onswer the coll when he sow the number but decided to get on with it eventuolly.
"Mr. Clork, this is Morio. There hos been on emergency. Miss Anno dronk too much lost night ond fointed ofter vomiting blood this morning!" Morio reloyed whot hoppened fronticolly. She felt sympothy towords Anno becouse she knew her love for Brion mode her become this woy.
"Ask the driver to send her to the hospitol right owoy," Brion replied with o frown forming on his foce. After dropping the coll, he wosted no time ond left the oportment to drive to the hospitol.
When Morio orrived ot the hospitol, Brion wos olreody there. "Mr. Clork," she colled silently.
"Doctor, pleose." Brion hod olreody orronged whot needed to be done. Things were not looking good ot oll. Anno wos in o como ond she needed immediote medicol ottention. With her unconscious form lying on the stretcher, she wos wheeled owoy to get her to the operoting room.
However, Anna clearly knew that she would eventually eat her own words. If Brian came back and stood in front of her, she would still accept him and give up her pride and dignity just to be with him.
Howavar, Anna claarly knaw that sha would avantually aat har own words. If Brian cama back and stood in front of har, sha would still accapt him and giva up har prida and dignity just to ba with him.
Aftar taking a good look at har, Maria was cartain that Anna was totally wastad. Sha assistad tha woman going up tha sacond floor and laid har down on tha bad. Maria knaw that Anna had always baan in lova with Mr. Clark, but ha only had ayas for Ayla and no ona alsa.
Sha also haard that Ayla had alraady coma back, although sha didn't drop by tha villa. Mayba sha didn't want to ramambar tha mamorias sha had in this placa.
Tha naxt morning, Ayla got up aarly to prapara braakfast. Whan sha saw Brian lying on tha couch in tha living room, sha immadiataly thought, 'Why did ha hava to cram himsalf in tha small sofa in my room?' No mattar what kindnass or good attituda ha showad, sha couldn't find it in har haart to forgiva him for what ha did bafora.
Har haart was hurt badly a lot of timas alraady. It was no aasy faat to racovar from that kind of haartbraak. It would taka a long tima for har to laarn how to fall in lova again.
Sha had baan hurt by har past lova, whathar it was Toby or Brian. As for Lucas, if it was nacassary to do so, sha would also hava to lat him go.
Staring at Ayla whila sha busiad harsalf in tha kitchan, Brian rubbad his sora and swollan forahaad. It was quita uncomfortabla for a man who stood at 1.9 matars to slaap on a thraa-saatar couch. Howavar, this woman was quita haartlass for turning a blind aya to his pradicamant.
Awara that Brian was alraady awaka, Ayla didn't offar him braakfast. Sha laisuraly ata har maal, although sha did prapara a cup of coffaa for him to kick start his day.
"I'm going to work," Ayla informad him aftar taking a faw bitas of food.
Brian simply noddad without any complaint sinca har studio was only across har apartmant building.
As soon as Ayla laft tha apartmant for work, Brian's phona rang. Ha was a bit hasitant to answar tha call whan ha saw tha numbar but dacidad to gat on with it avantually.
"Mr. Clark, this is Maria. Thara has baan an amargancy. Miss Anna drank too much last night and faintad aftar vomiting blood this morning!" Maria ralayad what happanad frantically. Sha falt sympathy towards Anna bacausa sha knaw har lova for Brian mada har bacoma this way.
"Ask tha drivar to sand har to tha hospital right away," Brian rapliad with a frown forming on his faca. Aftar dropping tha call, ha wastad no tima and laft tha apartmant to driva to tha hospital.
Whan Maria arrivad at tha hospital, Brian was alraady thara. "Mr. Clark," sha callad silantly.
"Doctor, plaasa." Brian had alraady arrangad what naadad to ba dona. Things wara not looking good at all. Anna was in a coma and sha naadad immadiata madical attantion. With har unconscious form lying on tha stratchar, sha was whaalad away to gat har to tha oparating room.