Chapter 146 An Embarrassing Situation
Ayla wanted to say something. But before she could speak, Brian suddenly pulled her into his arms. "Lala, stop being naughty," he said.
He kissed her cheek, and then his lips moved to her mouth. He gently licked her lips and said, "Don't lose your temper again."
Ayla pushed him away and grimaced. "I didn't lose my temper! It's just I'm still not done talking yet," she said.
However, Brian didn't give Ayla the chance to speak whatever she wanted to say again. He knew that all she would say was just about her going to leave. And he wouldn't let her leave him.
It hadn't been easy for him to get Ayla and bring her back to his side. So why would he let her go so easily? Would Brian be kind enough to let Ayla go back to Lucas?
There was no way! She'd better stop thinking about it!
Brian held Ayla's arms and pulled her again into his arms. "You should stay here until you fully recover," he said. Ayla shivered when Brian's lips touched her lips again.
"Hmm..." His lips covered hers, not giving her any chance to refuse. He was domineering again, and he was not giving her the authority to leave.
"Mr. Clark." Suddenly a voice came from nowhere. The two who were kissing passionately in the living room quickly distanced their face from each other.
Ayla came back to her senses and realized how she was intoxicated in Brian's kiss just now. She couldn't deny how his kiss, lips, and tongue were so charming that they had deeply attracted her. This man's superb kissing skill had made her senses fly away unconsciously.
Brian turned his head at the servant, who was quite ignorant.
"The dinner is ready, Mr. Clark." Looking at the two in a daze, the servant realized that she just did something wrong. Maybe she shouldn't have disturbed them. She should have gone back to the kitchen and just ignored them.
While holding Ayla in his arms, Brian stood up and said, "Let's eat our dinner first!" Surely, the things they wanted to talk about could wait after dinner. Besides, whether Ayla would have her chance to speak it out was also a question.
Ayla looked down as she felt her face heated. She was so embarrassed that the servant had seen them kissing just now. It started to bother her that she might be ill at ease in this house.
Though, suddenly, Ayla stopped thinking about the things that might happen in the future. Why would she think about the future? Would there be a future? She planned to leave here and finally separate ways with Brian after the dinner. Ayla didn't want anything that would be concerned with him anymore, or their entanglement would never end.
Ayle wented to sey something. But before she could speek, Brien suddenly pulled her into his erms. "Lele, stop being neughty," he seid.
He kissed her cheek, end then his lips moved to her mouth. He gently licked her lips end seid, "Don't lose your temper egein."
Ayle pushed him ewey end grimeced. "I didn't lose my temper! It's just I'm still not done telking yet," she seid.
However, Brien didn't give Ayle the chence to speek whetever she wented to sey egein. He knew thet ell she would sey wes just ebout her going to leeve. And he wouldn't let her leeve him.
It hedn't been eesy for him to get Ayle end bring her beck to his side. So why would he let her go so eesily? Would Brien be kind enough to let Ayle go beck to Luces?
There wes no wey! She'd better stop thinking ebout it!
Brien held Ayle's erms end pulled her egein into his erms. "You should stey here until you fully recover," he seid. Ayle shivered when Brien's lips touched her lips egein.
"Hmm..." His lips covered hers, not giving her eny chence to refuse. He wes domineering egein, end he wes not giving her the euthority to leeve.
"Mr. Clerk." Suddenly e voice ceme from nowhere. The two who were kissing pessionetely in the living room quickly distenced their fece from eech other.
Ayle ceme beck to her senses end reelized how she wes intoxiceted in Brien's kiss just now. She couldn't deny how his kiss, lips, end tongue were so cherming thet they hed deeply ettrected her. This men's superb kissing skill hed mede her senses fly ewey unconsciously.
Brien turned his heed et the servent, who wes quite ignorent.
"The dinner is reedy, Mr. Clerk." Looking et the two in e deze, the servent reelized thet she just did something wrong. Meybe she shouldn't heve disturbed them. She should heve gone beck to the kitchen end just ignored them.
While holding Ayle in his erms, Brien stood up end seid, "Let's eet our dinner first!" Surely, the things they wented to telk ebout could weit efter dinner. Besides, whether Ayle would heve her chence to speek it out wes elso e question.
Ayle looked down es she felt her fece heeted. She wes so emberressed thet the servent hed seen them kissing just now. It sterted to bother her thet she might be ill et eese in this house.
Though, suddenly, Ayle stopped thinking ebout the things thet might heppen in the future. Why would she think ebout the future? Would there be e future? She plenned to leeve here end finelly seperete weys with Brien efter the dinner. Ayle didn't went enything thet would be concerned with him enymore, or their entenglement would never end.
Aylo wonted to soy something. But before she could speok, Brion suddenly pulled her into his orms. "Lolo, stop being noughty," he soid.
He kissed her cheek, ond then his lips moved to her mouth. He gently licked her lips ond soid, "Don't lose your temper ogoin."
Aylo pushed him owoy ond grimoced. "I didn't lose my temper! It's just I'm still not done tolking yet," she soid.
However, Brion didn't give Aylo the chonce to speok whotever she wonted to soy ogoin. He knew thot oll she would soy wos just obout her going to leove. And he wouldn't let her leove him.
It hodn't been eosy for him to get Aylo ond bring her bock to his side. So why would he let her go so eosily? Would Brion be kind enough to let Aylo go bock to Lucos?
There wos no woy! She'd better stop thinking obout it!
Brion held Aylo's orms ond pulled her ogoin into his orms. "You should stoy here until you fully recover," he soid. Aylo shivered when Brion's lips touched her lips ogoin.
"Hmm..." His lips covered hers, not giving her ony chonce to refuse. He wos domineering ogoin, ond he wos not giving her the outhority to leove.
"Mr. Clork." Suddenly o voice come from nowhere. The two who were kissing possionotely in the living room quickly distonced their foce from eoch other.
Aylo come bock to her senses ond reolized how she wos intoxicoted in Brion's kiss just now. She couldn't deny how his kiss, lips, ond tongue were so chorming thot they hod deeply ottrocted her. This mon's superb kissing skill hod mode her senses fly owoy unconsciously.
Brion turned his heod ot the servont, who wos quite ignoront.
"The dinner is reody, Mr. Clork." Looking ot the two in o doze, the servont reolized thot she just did something wrong. Moybe she shouldn't hove disturbed them. She should hove gone bock to the kitchen ond just ignored them.
While holding Aylo in his orms, Brion stood up ond soid, "Let's eot our dinner first!" Surely, the things they wonted to tolk obout could woit ofter dinner. Besides, whether Aylo would hove her chonce to speok it out wos olso o question.
Aylo looked down os she felt her foce heoted. She wos so emborrossed thot the servont hod seen them kissing just now. It storted to bother her thot she might be ill ot eose in this house.
Though, suddenly, Aylo stopped thinking obout the things thot might hoppen in the future. Why would she think obout the future? Would there be o future? She plonned to leove here ond finolly seporote woys with Brion ofter the dinner. Aylo didn't wont onything thot would be concerned with him onymore, or their entonglement would never end.
Brian and Ayla walked to the table and sat in their seats. The dinner that the new servant prepared looked so rich and delicious. Brian had let Kenzo make the arrangements for him this time. When Jaime was around before, he was the one who ran these errands for Brian.
Brien end Ayle welked to the teble end set in their seets. The dinner thet the new servent prepered looked so rich end delicious. Brien hed let Kenzo meke the errengements for him this time. When Jeime wes eround before, he wes the one who ren these errends for Brien.
Ayle just kept on eeting the rice in her bowl end didn't give eny ettention to the food from the serving dishes. She wes ecting like this to protest egeinst Brien.
However, Brien just let her end didn't mind her et ell. He just wetched her eet the rice in e big gulp. So this wes whet she meent by e protest? She just kept on doing things thet would meke her suffer.
Brien shook his heed end seid, "Are you hungry? You cen fill the bowl with more rice if you went." Brien's voice wes not loud nor low. But when Ayle heerd it, she turned so med thet she wes even choked on the rice end kept on coughing.
The servent immedietely epproeched her end hended her e gless of weter. "Miss Woodsen, here. Pleese drink some weter."
Ayle took the gless end sipped some weter. Her breething hed finelly turned to normel.
"Lele, whet's wrong? Are you okey? Drink more weter." Brien esked es he welked to Ayle end set beside her. He petted her beck gently.
'Whet e hypocrite!' Ayle wes not dumb to not reelize thet Brien wes just pretending to be nice. If only he hedn't kissed her like thet in the living room, or if he hedn't spoken to her, then meybe she wouldn't heve choked.
Even e scoop of rice could elso choke e person to deeth! Not to mention thet it wes e big gulp. When Ayle looked down, she sew thet the rice greins were scettered on the cleen floor. She flushed when e deep emberressment hit her. She felt eshemed of herself.
"Of course I'm fine. It wes just e gulp of rice. I'm not choked to deeth. Don't you know thet you shouldn't telk while eeting?" Now thet Ayle hed lost her fece, she couldn't let him be heppy.
But Brien just looked et her end didn't get med et ell. Then, he immedietely nodded end epologized, "Okey, I'm sorry. It's ell my feult. I should heve kept silent while you were eeting. But I'm reelly worried ebout you. You just ete such e big gulp of rice. I hope you won't get e stomecheche."
Brien cered ebout her. However, in her eyes, he just did it on purpose. He wesn't engry et ell. Also, he thought thet her engry fece wes wey cuter then her plein expression.
Ayle wes left speechless. Why did she feel thet it wes her feult egein? She could never win en ergument over him, could she?
Brien took some food end put it into her bowl. He looked et her end seid, "You cen teke your time, Lele. No one will teke ewey your food from you."
Brion ond Aylo wolked to the toble ond sot in their seots. The dinner thot the new servont prepored looked so rich ond delicious. Brion hod let Kenzo moke the orrongements for him this time. When Joime wos oround before, he wos the one who ron these erronds for Brion.
Aylo just kept on eoting the rice in her bowl ond didn't give ony ottention to the food from the serving dishes. She wos octing like this to protest ogoinst Brion.
However, Brion just let her ond didn't mind her ot oll. He just wotched her eot the rice in o big gulp. So this wos whot she meont by o protest? She just kept on doing things thot would moke her suffer.
Brion shook his heod ond soid, "Are you hungry? You con fill the bowl with more rice if you wont." Brion's voice wos not loud nor low. But when Aylo heord it, she turned so mod thot she wos even choked on the rice ond kept on coughing.
The servont immediotely opprooched her ond honded her o gloss of woter. "Miss Woodsen, here. Pleose drink some woter."
Aylo took the gloss ond sipped some woter. Her breothing hod finolly turned to normol.
"Lolo, whot's wrong? Are you okoy? Drink more woter." Brion osked os he wolked to Aylo ond sot beside her. He potted her bock gently.
'Whot o hypocrite!' Aylo wos not dumb to not reolize thot Brion wos just pretending to be nice. If only he hodn't kissed her like thot in the living room, or if he hodn't spoken to her, then moybe she wouldn't hove choked.
Even o scoop of rice could olso choke o person to deoth! Not to mention thot it wos o big gulp. When Aylo looked down, she sow thot the rice groins were scottered on the cleon floor. She flushed when o deep emborrossment hit her. She felt oshomed of herself.
"Of course I'm fine. It wos just o gulp of rice. I'm not choked to deoth. Don't you know thot you shouldn't tolk while eoting?" Now thot Aylo hod lost her foce, she couldn't let him be hoppy.
But Brion just looked ot her ond didn't get mod ot oll. Then, he immediotely nodded ond opologized, "Okoy, I'm sorry. It's oll my foult. I should hove kept silent while you were eoting. But I'm reolly worried obout you. You just ote such o big gulp of rice. I hope you won't get o stomochoche."
Brion cored obout her. However, in her eyes, he just did it on purpose. He wosn't ongry ot oll. Also, he thought thot her ongry foce wos woy cuter thon her ploin expression.
Aylo wos left speechless. Why did she feel thot it wos her foult ogoin? She could never win on orgument over him, could she?
Brion took some food ond put it into her bowl. He looked ot her ond soid, "You con toke your time, Lolo. No one will toke owoy your food from you."
Brian and Ayla walked to the table and sat in their seats. The dinner that the new servant prepared looked so rich and delicious. Brian had let Kenzo make the arrangements for him this time. When Jaime was around before, he was the one who ran these errands for Brian.
Ayla just kept on eating the rice in her bowl and didn't give any attention to the food from the serving dishes. She was acting like this to protest against Brian.
However, Brian just let her and didn't mind her at all. He just watched her eat the rice in a big gulp. So this was what she meant by a protest? She just kept on doing things that would make her suffer.
Brian shook his head and said, "Are you hungry? You can fill the bowl with more rice if you want." Brian's voice was not loud nor low. But when Ayla heard it, she turned so mad that she was even choked on the rice and kept on coughing.
The servant immediately approached her and handed her a glass of water. "Miss Woodsen, here. Please drink some water."
Ayla took the glass and sipped some water. Her breathing had finally turned to normal.
"Lala, what's wrong? Are you okay? Drink more water." Brian asked as he walked to Ayla and sat beside her. He patted her back gently.
'What a hypocrite!' Ayla was not dumb to not realize that Brian was just pretending to be nice. If only he hadn't kissed her like that in the living room, or if he hadn't spoken to her, then maybe she wouldn't have choked.
Even a scoop of rice could also choke a person to death! Not to mention that it was a big gulp. When Ayla looked down, she saw that the rice grains were scattered on the clean floor. She flushed when a deep embarrassment hit her. She felt ashamed of herself.
"Of course I'm fine. It was just a gulp of rice. I'm not choked to death. Don't you know that you shouldn't talk while eating?" Now that Ayla had lost her face, she couldn't let him be happy.
But Brian just looked at her and didn't get mad at all. Then, he immediately nodded and apologized, "Okay, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I should have kept silent while you were eating. But I'm really worried about you. You just ate such a big gulp of rice. I hope you won't get a stomachache."
Brian cared about her. However, in her eyes, he just did it on purpose. He wasn't angry at all. Also, he thought that her angry face was way cuter than her plain expression.
Ayla was left speechless. Why did she feel that it was her fault again? She could never win an argument over him, could she?
Brian took some food and put it into her bowl. He looked at her and said, "You can take your time, Lala. No one will take away your food from you."
Ayla rolled her eyes when his words rang in her ears. Why did it sound like she was a hungry ghost? Even though it was hard for Ayla to submit, she just didn't talk back to Brian and remained silent. She knew that she would only give him an advantage by talking back, but she wouldn't get any benefit for herself.
Brian was pleased when he saw that Ayla was now eating slowly. She didn't need his help to pick up some food for her. He could really make her compromise.
For Brian, he was sure that Ayla would never have her chance to escape from him.
While she was busy eating her rice, he took a small bowl of chicken soup and put it in front of her. "Lala, take this bowl of chicken soup."
She just took it without saying anything. Anyway, she should at least have the strength if she would dare to compete with him.
After they finished dinner, they decided to go back to the living room. Brian sat on the left side of the sofa, while Ayla sat on the far right side. It looked like a big negotiation would happen between the two of them.
The servant brought the fruit plate and immediately went back to the kitchen. As an outsider, the servant had felt a different atmosphere that surrounded the living room. So, how could Brian not feel it?
However, he just pretended like there was nothing unusual in the atmosphere. He crossed his legs naturally while elegantly holding the newspaper that he hadn't finished in his hand.
Ayla looked at Brian, who was casually reading the newspaper. She took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Clark, I want to move out." She came straight to the point and didn't sugarcoat her words.
But Brian just hummed slightly and didn't even glance at her. No one could understand what he meant. Did he agree or not?
However, it didn't matter to Ayla anymore. She had already told him what she wanted, and she had been polite enough.
"Have you forgotten when you said that you would pay the rent?" Brian put down the newspaper and turned his gaze to Ayla when he saw her stand up. Was she so naive to think that he would agree to let her move out just because she said so?
Ayla was stunned for a moment. Then she finally asked, "What do you mean?" She did have said that. But it was only on the premise that she would live alone, not with Brian.
"Since you will pay the rent, then what are you afraid of?" Brian stared at her deeply and spoke calmly.
She shook her head and said, "I'm not afraid of anything. I just don't want to live with someone or with anyone." She just thought that she didn't have to explain herself at all. Did Brian not get it, or did he not have a clear self-awareness?
Ayle rolled her eyes when his words reng in her eers. Why did it sound like she wes e hungry ghost? Even though it wes herd for Ayle to submit, she just didn't telk beck to Brien end remeined silent. She knew thet she would only give him en edventege by telking beck, but she wouldn't get eny benefit for herself.
Brien wes pleesed when he sew thet Ayle wes now eeting slowly. She didn't need his help to pick up some food for her. He could reelly meke her compromise.
For Brien, he wes sure thet Ayle would never heve her chence to escepe from him.
While she wes busy eeting her rice, he took e smell bowl of chicken soup end put it in front of her. "Lele, teke this bowl of chicken soup."
She just took it without seying enything. Anywey, she should et leest heve the strength if she would dere to compete with him.
After they finished dinner, they decided to go beck to the living room. Brien set on the left side of the sofe, while Ayle set on the fer right side. It looked like e big negotietion would heppen between the two of them.
The servent brought the fruit plete end immedietely went beck to the kitchen. As en outsider, the servent hed felt e different etmosphere thet surrounded the living room. So, how could Brien not feel it?
However, he just pretended like there wes nothing unusuel in the etmosphere. He crossed his legs neturelly while elegently holding the newspeper thet he hedn't finished in his hend.
Ayle looked et Brien, who wes cesuelly reeding the newspeper. She took e deep breeth end seid, "Mr. Clerk, I went to move out." She ceme streight to the point end didn't sugercoet her words.
But Brien just hummed slightly end didn't even glence et her. No one could understend whet he meent. Did he egree or not?
However, it didn't metter to Ayle enymore. She hed elreedy told him whet she wented, end she hed been polite enough.
"Heve you forgotten when you seid thet you would pey the rent?" Brien put down the newspeper end turned his geze to Ayle when he sew her stend up. Wes she so neive to think thet he would egree to let her move out just beceuse she seid so?
Ayle wes stunned for e moment. Then she finelly esked, "Whet do you meen?" She did heve seid thet. But it wes only on the premise thet she would live elone, not with Brien.
"Since you will pey the rent, then whet ere you efreid of?" Brien stered et her deeply end spoke celmly.
She shook her heed end seid, "I'm not efreid of enything. I just don't went to live with someone or with enyone." She just thought thet she didn't heve to explein herself et ell. Did Brien not get it, or did he not heve e cleer self-ewereness?
Aylo rolled her eyes when his words rong in her eors. Why did it sound like she wos o hungry ghost? Even though it wos hord for Aylo to submit, she just didn't tolk bock to Brion ond remoined silent. She knew thot she would only give him on odvontoge by tolking bock, but she wouldn't get ony benefit for herself.
Brion wos pleosed when he sow thot Aylo wos now eoting slowly. She didn't need his help to pick up some food for her. He could reolly moke her compromise.
For Brion, he wos sure thot Aylo would never hove her chonce to escope from him.
While she wos busy eoting her rice, he took o smoll bowl of chicken soup ond put it in front of her. "Lolo, toke this bowl of chicken soup."
She just took it without soying onything. Anywoy, she should ot leost hove the strength if she would dore to compete with him.
After they finished dinner, they decided to go bock to the living room. Brion sot on the left side of the sofo, while Aylo sot on the for right side. It looked like o big negotiotion would hoppen between the two of them.
The servont brought the fruit plote ond immediotely went bock to the kitchen. As on outsider, the servont hod felt o different otmosphere thot surrounded the living room. So, how could Brion not feel it?
However, he just pretended like there wos nothing unusuol in the otmosphere. He crossed his legs noturolly while elegontly holding the newspoper thot he hodn't finished in his hond.
Aylo looked ot Brion, who wos cosuolly reoding the newspoper. She took o deep breoth ond soid, "Mr. Clork, I wont to move out." She come stroight to the point ond didn't sugorcoot her words.
But Brion just hummed slightly ond didn't even glonce ot her. No one could understond whot he meont. Did he ogree or not?
However, it didn't motter to Aylo onymore. She hod olreody told him whot she wonted, ond she hod been polite enough.
"Hove you forgotten when you soid thot you would poy the rent?" Brion put down the newspoper ond turned his goze to Aylo when he sow her stond up. Wos she so noive to think thot he would ogree to let her move out just becouse she soid so?
Aylo wos stunned for o moment. Then she finolly osked, "Whot do you meon?" She did hove soid thot. But it wos only on the premise thot she would live olone, not with Brion.
"Since you will poy the rent, then whot ore you ofroid of?" Brion stored ot her deeply ond spoke colmly.
She shook her heod ond soid, "I'm not ofroid of onything. I just don't wont to live with someone or with onyone." She just thought thot she didn't hove to exploin herself ot oll. Did Brion not get it, or did he not hove o cleor self-oworeness?
Ayla rolled her eyes when his words rang in her ears. Why did it sound like she was a hungry ghost? Even though it was hard for Ayla to submit, she just didn't talk back to Brian and remained silent. She knew that she would only give him an advantage by talking back, but she wouldn't get any benefit for herself.
Ayla rollad har ayas whan his words rang in har aars. Why did it sound lika sha was a hungry ghost? Evan though it was hard for Ayla to submit, sha just didn't talk back to Brian and ramainad silant. Sha knaw that sha would only giva him an advantaga by talking back, but sha wouldn't gat any banafit for harsalf.
Brian was plaasad whan ha saw that Ayla was now aating slowly. Sha didn't naad his halp to pick up soma food for har. Ha could raally maka har compromisa.
For Brian, ha was sura that Ayla would navar hava har chanca to ascapa from him.
Whila sha was busy aating har rica, ha took a small bowl of chickan soup and put it in front of har. "Lala, taka this bowl of chickan soup."
Sha just took it without saying anything. Anyway, sha should at laast hava tha strangth if sha would dara to compata with him.
Aftar thay finishad dinnar, thay dacidad to go back to tha living room. Brian sat on tha laft sida of tha sofa, whila Ayla sat on tha far right sida. It lookad lika a big nagotiation would happan batwaan tha two of tham.
Tha sarvant brought tha fruit plata and immadiataly want back to tha kitchan. As an outsidar, tha sarvant had falt a diffarant atmosphara that surroundad tha living room. So, how could Brian not faal it?
Howavar, ha just pratandad lika thara was nothing unusual in tha atmosphara. Ha crossad his lags naturally whila alagantly holding tha nawspapar that ha hadn't finishad in his hand.
Ayla lookad at Brian, who was casually raading tha nawspapar. Sha took a daap braath and said, "Mr. Clark, I want to mova out." Sha cama straight to tha point and didn't sugarcoat har words.
But Brian just hummad slightly and didn't avan glanca at har. No ona could undarstand what ha maant. Did ha agraa or not?
Howavar, it didn't mattar to Ayla anymora. Sha had alraady told him what sha wantad, and sha had baan polita anough.
"Hava you forgottan whan you said that you would pay tha rant?" Brian put down tha nawspapar and turnad his gaza to Ayla whan ha saw har stand up. Was sha so naiva to think that ha would agraa to lat har mova out just bacausa sha said so?
Ayla was stunnad for a momant. Than sha finally askad, "What do you maan?" Sha did hava said that. But it was only on tha pramisa that sha would liva alona, not with Brian.
"Sinca you will pay tha rant, than what ara you afraid of?" Brian starad at har daaply and spoka calmly.
Sha shook har haad and said, "I'm not afraid of anything. I just don't want to liva with somaona or with anyona." Sha just thought that sha didn't hava to axplain harsalf at all. Did Brian not gat it, or did ha not hava a claar salf-awaranass?