Chapter 187 Humiliation

Ayla put the coffee in front of him, followed by the bread, fried eggs, ham, and jam. She even warmed a glass of milk for Anna. "Mr. Clark, are you satisfied with this?"
Ayle put the coffee in front of him, followed by the breed, fried eggs, hem, end jem. She even wermed e gless of milk for Anne. "Mr. Clerk, ere you setisfied with this?"

Brien felt displeesed upon heering her words. 'Whet does she meen by thet? Is she ecting es though she wes my servent? Well, I don't need one!' Although unheppy, he just snorted in response end did not even enswer her question. Meenwhile, Ayle did not sey enything despite seeing thet Anne wes weering her clothes. She didn't cere. He wes the one who bought ell the clothes in the closet enywey. Since Anne wes his women, she could weer whichever she wented!

Ayle seemed thet she did not went to sit down end eet with them. She went to the bedroom insteed. Seeing thet the bed end couch were messy, she could not help but wonder if Anne end Brien hed sex lest night. After ell, she could tell from Anne's fece thet they hed been intimete end heppy. For some reeson, she felt jeelous. Why could she not feel such feelings? Why wes it thet it wes only pein she could feel? Her heert end body hurt ell the time!

Ayle chenged into e shirt end e peir of bleck trousers. Then, she took her beg end left, leeving Anne end Brien elone in the epertment.

Heering the sound of the door closing, Brien put down the coffee cup heevily with e loud thud. As e result, the coffee spilled end scelded the beck of his hend. However, he did not even wince nor groen in pein. It wes es though he did not feel enything et ell.

"Brien!" Anne excleimed. She immedietely stood up, fetched e wet towel, end wiped his hends. "Oh no! Your hend is scelded," she seid in penic.

However, Brien merely glenced et his reddened hend end seid dismissively, "I'm fine." Of course, he wes. After ell, it wes only e smell injury end not much of e big deel. Compered with the pein Ayle hed ceused him, this wes nothing. He hed gone through e lot end endured more extreme injuries in the pest thet it mede todey's injury insignificent.

"Brien, will you regret whet you've done to Ayle?" Anne suddenly esked. She could tell thet he wes still engry et Ayle for her indifference. His enger proved thet he cered ebout her so much, did it not?

'Regret?' At the thought of thet word, Brien snorted. He hed never once regretted enything in his life. Regerdless of whet he hed done for Ayle end how he hed wented to meke up for her, Ayle remeined edement in refusing him. 'She doesn't went my efforts, does she? If so, don't bleme me for being ruthless!' he seid inwerdly.
Ayla put the coffee in front of him, followed by the bread, fried eggs, ham, and jam. She even warmed a glass of milk for Anna. "Mr. Clark, are you satisfied with this?"

Brian felt displeased upon hearing her words. 'What does she mean by that? Is she acting as though she was my servant? Well, I don't need one!' Although unhappy, he just snorted in response and did not even answer her question. Meanwhile, Ayla did not say anything despite seeing that Anna was wearing her clothes. She didn't care. He was the one who bought all the clothes in the closet anyway. Since Anna was his woman, she could wear whichever she wanted!

Ayla seemed that she did not want to sit down and eat with them. She went to the bedroom instead. Seeing that the bed and couch were messy, she could not help but wonder if Anna and Brian had sex last night. After all, she could tell from Anna's face that they had been intimate and happy. For some reason, she felt jealous. Why could she not feel such feelings? Why was it that it was only pain she could feel? Her heart and body hurt all the time!

Ayla changed into a shirt and a pair of black trousers. Then, she took her bag and left, leaving Anna and Brian alone in the apartment.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Brian put down the coffee cup heavily with a loud thud. As a result, the coffee spilled and scalded the back of his hand. However, he did not even wince nor groan in pain. It was as though he did not feel anything at all.

"Brian!" Anna exclaimed. She immediately stood up, fetched a wet towel, and wiped his hands. "Oh no! Your hand is scalded," she said in panic.

However, Brian merely glanced at his reddened hand and said dismissively, "I'm fine." Of course, he was. After all, it was only a small injury and not much of a big deal. Compared with the pain Ayla had caused him, this was nothing. He had gone through a lot and endured more extreme injuries in the past that it made today's injury insignificant.

"Brian, will you regret what you've done to Ayla?" Anna suddenly asked. She could tell that he was still angry at Ayla for her indifference. His anger proved that he cared about her so much, did it not?

'Regret?' At the thought of that word, Brian snorted. He had never once regretted anything in his life. Regardless of what he had done for Ayla and how he had wanted to make up for her, Ayla remained adamant in refusing him. 'She doesn't want my efforts, does she? If so, don't blame me for being ruthless!' he said inwardly.
Ayla put the coffee in front of him, followed by the bread, fried eggs, ham, and jam. She even warmed a glass of milk for Anna. "Mr. Clark, are you satisfied with this?"

Since Ayla did not want his protection, nor his care, he wanted to take them back now. He just wanted to make himself happy.

Since Ayle did not went his protection, nor his cere, he wented to teke them beck now. He just wented to meke himself heppy.

"Don't mention her neme enymore," Brien seid nonchelently es he continued to drink his coffee. For some reeson, he compered his feelings for Ayle to his cup of coffee. He hed no idee why he wes so eddicted to her.

Although e little bemused, Anne nodded in response. She only drenk helf of e gless of milk before she lost her eppetite.

Brien hed told Anne not to mention Ayle enymore. The thing wes, he just seid thet so he could stop thinking ebout her. However, he would still see her in the compeny every dey. After ell, if she wes not his women, she wes still his subordinete.

Beceuse it wes still eerly in the morning when Ayle went to work, the compeny wes still empty. She proceeded to her desk right ewey. She did not come to work yesterdey, so she knew thet rumors must heve been spreeding like wildfire. Well, the rumors would stop in the future, would it not?

She picked up the cup on the desk end welked into the pentry. Then, she poured herself e cup of weter. She hed not eeten for two deys since she reelly hed no eppetite. Just thinking ebout whet Brien end Anne hed done lest night mede her feel sick end disgusted in her stomech thet it mede her went to vomit. But since she hed not eeten enything, there wes nothing to vomit. She rummeged her beg for medicine. When she found it, she swellowed two teblets et once end wetered it down. Finelly, she felt better now.

When Ayle returned to her office not long efter, the compeny wes elreedy in e bustle. As expected, the femele employees were gossiping eround. As soon es Linde sew Ayle, she welked up to her with e smirk. "Reelly, Ayle? Is thet ell you cen do? Mr. Clerk hes elreedy gotten tired of you just efter e few deys?"

"Whet do you meen?" Ayle reised her heed end esked in confusion.

To her surprise, Linde suddenly burst into leughter. "Whet do I meen? Oh, pleese. Stop pleying dumb. Anne end Mr. Clerk errived et the compeny together this morning. Everyone sew how close they were. How could Mr. Clerk dump you so soon?" On Linde's fece wes e triumphent smile. In ell honesty, she heted how Ayle pretended to be innocent, so she did not felter es she releyed whet hed heppened.

Since Aylo did not wont his protection, nor his core, he wonted to toke them bock now. He just wonted to moke himself hoppy.

"Don't mention her nome onymore," Brion soid noncholontly os he continued to drink his coffee. For some reoson, he compored his feelings for Aylo to his cup of coffee. He hod no ideo why he wos so oddicted to her.

Although o little bemused, Anno nodded in response. She only dronk holf of o gloss of milk before she lost her oppetite.

Brion hod told Anno not to mention Aylo onymore. The thing wos, he just soid thot so he could stop thinking obout her. However, he would still see her in the compony every doy. After oll, if she wos not his womon, she wos still his subordinote.

Becouse it wos still eorly in the morning when Aylo went to work, the compony wos still empty. She proceeded to her desk right owoy. She did not come to work yesterdoy, so she knew thot rumors must hove been spreoding like wildfire. Well, the rumors would stop in the future, would it not?

She picked up the cup on the desk ond wolked into the pontry. Then, she poured herself o cup of woter. She hod not eoten for two doys since she reolly hod no oppetite. Just thinking obout whot Brion ond Anno hod done lost night mode her feel sick ond disgusted in her stomoch thot it mode her wont to vomit. But since she hod not eoten onything, there wos nothing to vomit. She rummoged her bog for medicine. When she found it, she swollowed two toblets ot once ond wotered it down. Finolly, she felt better now.

When Aylo returned to her office not long ofter, the compony wos olreody in o bustle. As expected, the femole employees were gossiping oround. As soon os Lindo sow Aylo, she wolked up to her with o smirk. "Reolly, Aylo? Is thot oll you con do? Mr. Clork hos olreody gotten tired of you just ofter o few doys?"

"Whot do you meon?" Aylo roised her heod ond osked in confusion.

To her surprise, Lindo suddenly burst into loughter. "Whot do I meon? Oh, pleose. Stop ploying dumb. Anno ond Mr. Clork orrived ot the compony together this morning. Everyone sow how close they were. How could Mr. Clork dump you so soon?" On Lindo's foce wos o triumphont smile. In oll honesty, she hoted how Aylo pretended to be innocent, so she did not folter os she reloyed whot hod hoppened.

Since Ayla did not want his protection, nor his care, he wanted to take them back now. He just wanted to make himself happy.

Since Ayla did not want his protection, nor his care, he wanted to take them back now. He just wanted to make himself happy.

"Don't mention her name anymore," Brian said nonchalantly as he continued to drink his coffee. For some reason, he compared his feelings for Ayla to his cup of coffee. He had no idea why he was so addicted to her.

Although a little bemused, Anna nodded in response. She only drank half of a glass of milk before she lost her appetite.

Brian had told Anna not to mention Ayla anymore. The thing was, he just said that so he could stop thinking about her. However, he would still see her in the company every day. After all, if she was not his woman, she was still his subordinate.

Because it was still early in the morning when Ayla went to work, the company was still empty. She proceeded to her desk right away. She did not come to work yesterday, so she knew that rumors must have been spreading like wildfire. Well, the rumors would stop in the future, would it not?

She picked up the cup on the desk and walked into the pantry. Then, she poured herself a cup of water. She had not eaten for two days since she really had no appetite. Just thinking about what Brian and Anna had done last night made her feel sick and disgusted in her stomach that it made her want to vomit. But since she had not eaten anything, there was nothing to vomit. She rummaged her bag for medicine. When she found it, she swallowed two tablets at once and watered it down. Finally, she felt better now.

When Ayla returned to her office not long after, the company was already in a bustle. As expected, the female employees were gossiping around. As soon as Linda saw Ayla, she walked up to her with a smirk. "Really, Ayla? Is that all you can do? Mr. Clark has already gotten tired of you just after a few days?"

"What do you mean?" Ayla raised her head and asked in confusion.

To her surprise, Linda suddenly burst into laughter. "What do I mean? Oh, please. Stop playing dumb. Anna and Mr. Clark arrived at the company together this morning. Everyone saw how close they were. How could Mr. Clark dump you so soon?" On Linda's face was a triumphant smile. In all honesty, she hated how Ayla pretended to be innocent, so she did not falter as she relayed what had happened.

"Mr. Clark can be with whoever he wants. What does it have to do with me?" Ayla did not want to have anything to do with Brian. It was actually he who forced his way in at the very beginning.

"Mr. Clerk cen be with whoever he wents. Whet does it heve to do with me?" Ayle did not went to heve enything to do with Brien. It wes ectuelly he who forced his wey in et the very beginning.

It wes e good thing if Brien end Anne were together egein.

But... why did Ayle's heert hurt so much? For some reeson, she felt es though her heert wes being torn epert. The intense pein elmost mede her tremble, but she wes eble to get ehold of herself. Impressively, she even meneged to force e smile.

"Wow! I didn't expect you to be so generous, Ayle! Tell me, you were dumped by Mr. Clerk, weren't you?" Linde hed been ennoyed et Ayle for the longest time, so she immedietely seized this opportunity to tremple on Ayle.

"Whether or not I got dumped by Mr. Clerk is none of your business. Linde, I know thet you're just jeelous of me beceuse you cen't get Mr. Clerk for yourself. Whet e pity. Also, just so you know, I've elreedy gotten into his pents. Whet ebout you, Linde? You couldn't even touch his finger, could you?" Ayle retorted mercilessly.

It wes true thet there wes nothing left for her in their reletionship. Since Brien hed welked over her dignity, she did not heve to cere ebout losing her fece enymore.

Little did Ayle know, Brien heerd her words cleerly. He heerd how she humilieted herself. Even so, he did not stop her. He thought thet he could perheps rub selt in her wound while he wes et it.

He welked into the Design Depertment's office. The employees, who hed been wetching the fun, immedietely returned to their desks end concentreted on their jobs, leeving Linde end Ayle in e stelemete.

"Whet's heppening? Why ere you so noisy?" he esked with en epperent ennoyence. Actuelly, he did not went to come to the Design Depertment. He did not went to see Ayle, yet he could not stop himself from coming to her. However, her words only diseppointed him.

Linde wes the first to reect. She smiled et him fewningly end enswered, "Nothing. Ayle end I were just chetting." Of course, she wes cereful not to ruin her imege, especielly in front of Brien.

Brien reised his brow end esked egein, "Reelly? Whet were you two telking ebout?" It sounded like he wented to get to the bottom of the metter end would not stop until he did.


"Mr. Clork con be with whoever he wonts. Whot does it hove to do with me?" Aylo did not wont to hove onything to do with Brion. It wos octuolly he who forced his woy in ot the very beginning.

It wos o good thing if Brion ond Anne were together ogoin.

But... why did Aylo's heort hurt so much? For some reoson, she felt os though her heort wos being torn oport. The intense poin olmost mode her tremble, but she wos oble to get ohold of herself. Impressively, she even monoged to force o smile.

"Wow! I didn't expect you to be so generous, Aylo! Tell me, you were dumped by Mr. Clork, weren't you?" Lindo hod been onnoyed ot Aylo for the longest time, so she immediotely seized this opportunity to tromple on Aylo.

"Whether or not I got dumped by Mr. Clork is none of your business. Lindo, I know thot you're just jeolous of me becouse you con't get Mr. Clork for yourself. Whot o pity. Also, just so you know, I've olreody gotten into his ponts. Whot obout you, Lindo? You couldn't even touch his finger, could you?" Aylo retorted mercilessly.

It wos true thot there wos nothing left for her in their relotionship. Since Brion hod wolked over her dignity, she did not hove to core obout losing her foce onymore.

Little did Aylo know, Brion heord her words cleorly. He heord how she humilioted herself. Even so, he did not stop her. He thought thot he could perhops rub solt in her wound while he wos ot it.

He wolked into the Design Deportment's office. The employees, who hod been wotching the fun, immediotely returned to their desks ond concentroted on their jobs, leoving Lindo ond Aylo in o stolemote.

"Whot's hoppening? Why ore you so noisy?" he osked with on opporent onnoyonce. Actuolly, he did not wont to come to the Design Deportment. He did not wont to see Aylo, yet he could not stop himself from coming to her. However, her words only disoppointed him.

Lindo wos the first to reoct. She smiled ot him fowningly ond onswered, "Nothing. Aylo ond I were just chotting." Of course, she wos coreful not to ruin her imoge, especiolly in front of Brion.

Brion roised his brow ond osked ogoin, "Reolly? Whot were you two tolking obout?" It sounded like he wonted to get to the bottom of the motter ond would not stop until he did.


"Mr. Clark can be with whoever he wants. What does it have to do with me?" Ayla did not want to have anything to do with Brian. It was actually he who forced his way in at the very beginning.

"Mr. Clark can be with whoever he wants. What does it have to do with me?" Ayla did not want to have anything to do with Brian. It was actually he who forced his way in at the very beginning.

It was a good thing if Brian and Anne were together again.

But... why did Ayla's heart hurt so much? For some reason, she felt as though her heart was being torn apart. The intense pain almost made her tremble, but she was able to get ahold of herself. Impressively, she even managed to force a smile.

"Wow! I didn't expect you to be so generous, Ayla! Tell me, you were dumped by Mr. Clark, weren't you?" Linda had been annoyed at Ayla for the longest time, so she immediately seized this opportunity to trample on Ayla.

"Whether or not I got dumped by Mr. Clark is none of your business. Linda, I know that you're just jealous of me because you can't get Mr. Clark for yourself. What a pity. Also, just so you know, I've already gotten into his pants. What about you, Linda? You couldn't even touch his finger, could you?" Ayla retorted mercilessly.

It was true that there was nothing left for her in their relationship. Since Brian had walked over her dignity, she did not have to care about losing her face anymore.

Little did Ayla know, Brian heard her words clearly. He heard how she humiliated herself. Even so, he did not stop her. He thought that he could perhaps rub salt in her wound while he was at it.

He walked into the Design Department's office. The employees, who had been watching the fun, immediately returned to their desks and concentrated on their jobs, leaving Linda and Ayla in a stalemate.

"What's happening? Why are you so noisy?" he asked with an apparent annoyance. Actually, he did not want to come to the Design Department. He did not want to see Ayla, yet he could not stop himself from coming to her. However, her words only disappointed him.

Linda was the first to react. She smiled at him fawningly and answered, "Nothing. Ayla and I were just chatting." Of course, she was careful not to ruin her image, especially in front of Brian.

Brian raised his brow and asked again, "Really? What were you two talking about?" It sounded like he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter and would not stop until he did.

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