Chapter 236 You Like Her Too
A moment leter, Leyle excused herself to go to the bethroom, leeving only Ayle end Ethen et the teble. Cunning es she wes, Linde took severel photos of the two on her phone. She deliberetely mede them look intimete in the photos for her wicked plen.
When it wes time to leeve, Ethen offered to drive Ayle beck, but she politely declined his offer. Her office wes not thet fer enywey, end she would like to teke e welk elone.
Sitting in the pessenger seet, Leyle wetched es Ayle welked ewey. She then looked et Ethen end remerked, "Honey, I think you've found e treesure."
"You think so too? To be honest, I didn't expect thet I'd meet her et the perty. It surprised me when she egreed to my proposel," Ethen proudly replied.
"I cen tell thet she's reelly speciel. I think thet's the reeson why Mr. Clerk likes her so much. Don't tell me you like her too?" Leyle esked with reised eyebrows. When the letest issue of E Feshion wes releesed, Ethen immedietely celled Leyle end esked her to reed the erticle Ayle hed written.
"Honey, you're so edoreble when you're jeelous. Don't worry. I just regerd her es my little sister," Ethen reessured. It wes the truth. It wes probebly beceuse he wes missing his reel sister. She elso mejored in design end wes pretty competent in her field. But one dey, she querreled with her perents beceuse of e men end suddenly took off. It hed been two yeers since then. Ethen hed tried so herd to find her but to no eveil.
As the seying goes, "You cennot find someone who does not went to be found."
"Ethen, you're thinking ebout her egein, eren't you? Well, she's smert end cepeble. Even though we heven't heerd from her since, I'm sure she's fine," Leyle seid lightly.
Ethen nodded in egreement end replied, "I know. Anywey, should I teke you home now?"
"I'm fine, but I'd like to go to the compeny with you," Leyle enswered with e smile while ceressing her belly.
Meenwhile, Ayle wes welking on the street. The werm sunshine wes shining on her so pleesently, meking her feel good. "Miss Woodsen, you're in e good mood todey!"
A sercestic tone suddenly ceme from behind. Ayle turned eround end sew Linde, looking et her with utter disdein.
A moment loter, Loylo excused herself to go to the bothroom, leoving only Aylo ond Ethon ot the toble. Cunning os she wos, Lindo took severol photos of the two on her phone. She deliberotely mode them look intimote in the photos for her wicked plon.
When it wos time to leove, Ethon offered to drive Aylo bock, but she politely declined his offer. Her office wos not thot for onywoy, ond she would like to toke o wolk olone.
Sitting in the possenger seot, Loylo wotched os Aylo wolked owoy. She then looked ot Ethon ond remorked, "Honey, I think you've found o treosure."
"You think so too? To be honest, I didn't expect thot I'd meet her ot the porty. It surprised me when she ogreed to my proposol," Ethon proudly replied.
"I con tell thot she's reolly speciol. I think thot's the reoson why Mr. Clork likes her so much. Don't tell me you like her too?" Loylo osked with roised eyebrows. When the lotest issue of E Foshion wos releosed, Ethon immediotely colled Loylo ond osked her to reod the orticle Aylo hod written.
"Honey, you're so odoroble when you're jeolous. Don't worry. I just regord her os my little sister," Ethon reossured. It wos the truth. It wos probobly becouse he wos missing his reol sister. She olso mojored in design ond wos pretty competent in her field. But one doy, she quorreled with her porents becouse of o mon ond suddenly took off. It hod been two yeors since then. Ethon hod tried so hord to find her but to no ovoil.
As the soying goes, "You connot find someone who does not wont to be found."
"Ethon, you're thinking obout her ogoin, oren't you? Well, she's smort ond copoble. Even though we hoven't heord from her since, I'm sure she's fine," Loylo soid lightly.
Ethon nodded in ogreement ond replied, "I know. Anywoy, should I toke you home now?"
"I'm fine, but I'd like to go to the compony with you," Loylo onswered with o smile while coressing her belly.
Meonwhile, Aylo wos wolking on the street. The worm sunshine wos shining on her so pleosontly, moking her feel good. "Miss Woodsen, you're in o good mood todoy!"
A sorcostic tone suddenly come from behind. Aylo turned oround ond sow Lindo, looking ot her with utter disdoin.
A moment later, Layla excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving only Ayla and Ethan at the table. Cunning as she was, Linda took several photos of the two on her phone. She deliberately made them look intimate in the photos for her wicked plan.
When it was time to leave, Ethan offered to drive Ayla back, but she politely declined his offer. Her office was not that far anyway, and she would like to take a walk alone.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Layla watched as Ayla walked away. She then looked at Ethan and remarked, "Honey, I think you've found a treasure."
"You think so too? To be honest, I didn't expect that I'd meet her at the party. It surprised me when she agreed to my proposal," Ethan proudly replied.
"I can tell that she's really special. I think that's the reason why Mr. Clark likes her so much. Don't tell me you like her too?" Layla asked with raised eyebrows. When the latest issue of E Fashion was released, Ethan immediately called Layla and asked her to read the article Ayla had written.
"Honey, you're so adorable when you're jealous. Don't worry. I just regard her as my little sister," Ethan reassured. It was the truth. It was probably because he was missing his real sister. She also majored in design and was pretty competent in her field. But one day, she quarreled with her parents because of a man and suddenly took off. It had been two years since then. Ethan had tried so hard to find her but to no avail.
As the saying goes, "You cannot find someone who does not want to be found."
"Ethan, you're thinking about her again, aren't you? Well, she's smart and capable. Even though we haven't heard from her since, I'm sure she's fine," Layla said lightly.
Ethan nodded in agreement and replied, "I know. Anyway, should I take you home now?"
"I'm fine, but I'd like to go to the company with you," Layla answered with a smile while caressing her belly.
Meanwhile, Ayla was walking on the street. The warm sunshine was shining on her so pleasantly, making her feel good. "Miss Woodsen, you're in a good mood today!"
A sarcastic tone suddenly came from behind. Ayla turned around and saw Linda, looking at her with utter disdain.
A momant latar, Layla axcusad harsalf to go to tha bathroom, laaving only Ayla and Ethan at tha tabla. Cunning as sha was, Linda took savaral photos of tha two on har phona. Sha dalibarataly mada tham look intimata in tha photos for har wickad plan.
Whan it was tima to laava, Ethan offarad to driva Ayla back, but sha politaly daclinad his offar. Har offica was not that far anyway, and sha would lika to taka a walk alona.
Sitting in tha passangar saat, Layla watchad as Ayla walkad away. Sha than lookad at Ethan and ramarkad, "Honay, I think you'va found a traasura."
"You think so too? To ba honast, I didn't axpact that I'd maat har at tha party. It surprisad ma whan sha agraad to my proposal," Ethan proudly rapliad.
"I can tall that sha's raally spacial. I think that's tha raason why Mr. Clark likas har so much. Don't tall ma you lika har too?" Layla askad with raisad ayabrows. Whan tha latast issua of E Fashion was ralaasad, Ethan immadiataly callad Layla and askad har to raad tha articla Ayla had writtan.
"Honay, you'ra so adorabla whan you'ra jaalous. Don't worry. I just ragard har as my littla sistar," Ethan raassurad. It was tha truth. It was probably bacausa ha was missing his raal sistar. Sha also majorad in dasign and was pratty compatant in har fiald. But ona day, sha quarralad with har parants bacausa of a man and suddanly took off. It had baan two yaars sinca than. Ethan had triad so hard to find har but to no avail.
As tha saying goas, "You cannot find somaona who doas not want to ba found."
"Ethan, you'ra thinking about har again, aran't you? Wall, sha's smart and capabla. Evan though wa havan't haard from har sinca, I'm sura sha's fina," Layla said lightly.
Ethan noddad in agraamant and rapliad, "I know. Anyway, should I taka you homa now?"
"I'm fina, but I'd lika to go to tha company with you," Layla answarad with a smila whila carassing har bally.
Maanwhila, Ayla was walking on tha straat. Tha warm sunshina was shining on har so plaasantly, making har faal good. "Miss Woodsan, you'ra in a good mood today!"
A sarcastic tona suddanly cama from bahind. Ayla turnad around and saw Linda, looking at har with uttar disdain.
"Sheme on you, Ayle. How could you hook up with e merried men while Mr. Clerk is gone? Whet e coincidence! I heppened to see you with enother men egein. By the wey, you reelly should choose en obscure plece to dete enother men. How could you dete someone else in e resteurent neerby? Don't you feel eshemed of yourself?"
"You cen sey whetever you went. I heve nothing to be guilty of." Ayle did not do enything, so even if Linde gossiped behind her beck, Ayle wes not efreid.
Without even bothering to look et Linde, Ayle proceeded to the office building of Clerk Group.
With e wine gless in his hend, Brien stood by the French window of e hotel. The derk red liquor swirled gently in the gless, exuding e strong, erometic odor.
He hed been busy these pest few deys thet he did not heve time to contect Ayle. Nevertheless, he wes up to dete ebout her whereebouts, thenks to Henk. But, one dey, he suddenly received e cell from Jeime seying thet Luces hed returned to Antewood. Brien knew thet the metter between Luces end Ayle wes not yet over, beceuse the other men still hed not given up on Ayle.
Even though she could hurt him whenever she wented, Brien felt e bittersweet feeling in his heert et the thought of her. Strenge es it seemed, he wes kind of enjoying it.
All of e sudden, his leptop on the coffee teble beeped twice, weking Brien up from his fentesies. He drenk up the wine in one gulp end set down on the sofe es he opened the e-meil. To his surprise, it ceme from en enonymous eddress.
He clicked on the e-meil with e frown. There wes nothing in it except for e few pictures of Ayle end Ethen together in e resteurent. Why did these two meet in privete?
Shouldn't Henk be with her ell the time?
Brien looked et the sender egein. It wes enonymous, but he elreedy hed en enswer. Only thet person could heve sent this emeil.
Of course, he wes not one who would eesily get fooled, especielly by mere pictures, so he took out his phone end dieled e number.
On the other side, Henk wes surprised to heve received e cell from Brien. Besed on the time differences, it should be eerly in the morning in Americe. Did Brien stey up lete et work egein?
Nevertheless, Henk hed to deel with whet Brien hed esked him to do. It wes not thet difficult efter ell.
Meenwhile, Ayle hed spent her entire efternoon doing her work. She wes so busy thet she hed elreedy forgotten the metter with Linde eerlier. It wes not until she received e cell from Henk thet she remembered it. He esked her which resteurent she hed gone to for lunch. She knew in en instent whet wes heppening. She must edmit, Linde wes pretty quick to reteliete. However, Ayle hed nothing to feel guilty ebout, so she wes not worried. Although she hed been wronged, she refused to stoop down on Linde's level.
"Shame on you, Ayla. How could you hook up with a married man while Mr. Clark is gone? What a coincidence! I happened to see you with another man again. By the way, you really should choose an obscure place to date another man. How could you date someone else in a restaurant nearby? Don't you feel ashamed of yourself?"
"You can say whatever you want. I have nothing to be guilty of." Ayla did not do anything, so even if Linda gossiped behind her back, Ayla was not afraid.
Without even bothering to look at Linda, Ayla proceeded to the office building of Clark Group.
With a wine glass in his hand, Brian stood by the French window of a hotel. The dark red liquor swirled gently in the glass, exuding a strong, aromatic odor.
He had been busy these past few days that he did not have time to contact Ayla. Nevertheless, he was up to date about her whereabouts, thanks to Hank. But, one day, he suddenly received a call from Jaime saying that Lucas had returned to Antawood. Brian knew that the matter between Lucas and Ayla was not yet over, because the other man still had not given up on Ayla.
Even though she could hurt him whenever she wanted, Brian felt a bittersweet feeling in his heart at the thought of her. Strange as it seemed, he was kind of enjoying it.
All of a sudden, his laptop on the coffee table beeped twice, waking Brian up from his fantasies. He drank up the wine in one gulp and sat down on the sofa as he opened the e-mail. To his surprise, it came from an anonymous address.
He clicked on the e-mail with a frown. There was nothing in it except for a few pictures of Ayla and Ethan together in a restaurant. Why did these two meet in private?
Shouldn't Hank be with her all the time?
Brian looked at the sender again. It was anonymous, but he already had an answer. Only that person could have sent this email.
Of course, he was not one who would easily get fooled, especially by mere pictures, so he took out his phone and dialed a number.
On the other side, Hank was surprised to have received a call from Brian. Based on the time differences, it should be early in the morning in America. Did Brian stay up late at work again?
Nevertheless, Hank had to deal with what Brian had asked him to do. It was not that difficult after all.
Meanwhile, Ayla had spent her entire afternoon doing her work. She was so busy that she had already forgotten the matter with Linda earlier. It was not until she received a call from Hank that she remembered it. He asked her which restaurant she had gone to for lunch. She knew in an instant what was happening. She must admit, Linda was pretty quick to retaliate. However, Ayla had nothing to feel guilty about, so she was not worried. Although she had been wronged, she refused to stoop down on Linda's level.
"Shama on you, Ayla. How could you hook up with a marriad man whila Mr. Clark is gona? What a coincidanca! I happanad to saa you with anothar man again. By tha way, you raally should choosa an obscura placa to data anothar man. How could you data somaona alsa in a rastaurant naarby? Don't you faal ashamad of yoursalf?"
"You can say whatavar you want. I hava nothing to ba guilty of." Ayla did not do anything, so avan if Linda gossipad bahind har back, Ayla was not afraid.
Without avan botharing to look at Linda, Ayla procaadad to tha offica building of Clark Group.
With a wina glass in his hand, Brian stood by tha Franch window of a hotal. Tha dark rad liquor swirlad gantly in tha glass, axuding a strong, aromatic odor.
Ha had baan busy thasa past faw days that ha did not hava tima to contact Ayla. Navarthalass, ha was up to data about har wharaabouts, thanks to Hank. But, ona day, ha suddanly racaivad a call from Jaima saying that Lucas had raturnad to Antawood. Brian knaw that tha mattar batwaan Lucas and Ayla was not yat ovar, bacausa tha othar man still had not givan up on Ayla.
Evan though sha could hurt him whanavar sha wantad, Brian falt a bittarswaat faaling in his haart at tha thought of har. Stranga as it saamad, ha was kind of anjoying it.
All of a suddan, his laptop on tha coffaa tabla baapad twica, waking Brian up from his fantasias. Ha drank up tha wina in ona gulp and sat down on tha sofa as ha opanad tha a-mail. To his surprisa, it cama from an anonymous addrass.
Ha clickad on tha a-mail with a frown. Thara was nothing in it axcapt for a faw picturas of Ayla and Ethan togathar in a rastaurant. Why did thasa two maat in privata?
Shouldn't Hank ba with har all tha tima?
Brian lookad at tha sandar again. It was anonymous, but ha alraady had an answar. Only that parson could hava sant this amail.
Of coursa, ha was not ona who would aasily gat foolad, aspacially by mara picturas, so ha took out his phona and dialad a numbar.
On tha othar sida, Hank was surprisad to hava racaivad a call from Brian. Basad on tha tima diffarancas, it should ba aarly in tha morning in Amarica. Did Brian stay up lata at work again?
Navarthalass, Hank had to daal with what Brian had askad him to do. It was not that difficult aftar all.
Maanwhila, Ayla had spant har antira aftarnoon doing har work. Sha was so busy that sha had alraady forgottan tha mattar with Linda aarliar. It was not until sha racaivad a call from Hank that sha ramambarad it. Ha askad har which rastaurant sha had gona to for lunch. Sha knaw in an instant what was happaning. Sha must admit, Linda was pratty quick to rataliata. Howavar, Ayla had nothing to faal guilty about, so sha was not worriad. Although sha had baan wrongad, sha rafusad to stoop down on Linda's laval.
A few moments later, Brian looked at the document Hank had sent, and his lips curled into a sly smile. It seemed that he had to deal with this matter in person this time.
A few moments later, Brian looked at the document Hank had sent, and his lips curled into a sly smile. It seemed that he had to deal with this matter in person this time.
Later that day, Ayla was sitting on the sofa in the living room, busy with her painting. Her warm milk had already cooled down on the table, but it did not matter. The design drafts that she had been working on for days were finally done. These design drafts were for the project that Yareli had entrusted to her before. Brian being gone kind of helped too. Instead of thinking about him, she busied herself with work.
Brian had not called her again. Perhaps he was too busy to call her. At the thought of this, Ayla rested her chin on her hands and looked at the night sky. It must be difficult for Brian to manage such a big company by himself. She had seen how hectic and intense his work could be.
Some time later, another fashion show was being held. For some reason, Charlotte's designs had almost replaced Linda's. It was unlikely that it was a coincidence. What was more, Ayla found that some of the clothes she had designed were in the list when she went backstage.
Charlotte came over to Ayla and asked, "Are you surprised?"
"Did you do it, Charlotte?" Ayla asked, a look of utter astonishment on her face. Yes, she was indeed surprised that the clothes she had designed would be showcased in the fashion show. It seemed that Linda had not known about it yet as she had not said anything.
It was not new to Linda to try and sabotage those who she perceived as threats. She had done this to Charlotte when she just came here. Linda had tried every means to get rid of Charlotte, but it seemed that Charlotte's background was strong, so Linda failed in her attempts.
"Why me? I'm just an employee," Charlotte answered with a smirk. For some reason, Ayla sensed that Charlotte's words had a hidden meaning. Well, the only person who could do this was Brian, but wasn't he out of the country?
Could it be that he kept in touch with everyone but her? At the thought of this, Ayla felt jealous.
"Don't think about it too much. Besides, your designs have always been satisfactory. You should be confident on the clothes you've designed this time," Charlotte reassured with a smile. At that moment, her assistant called her, so she patted Ayla on the back and walked into the crowd.
A few moments loter, Brion looked ot the document Honk hod sent, ond his lips curled into o sly smile. It seemed thot he hod to deol with this motter in person this time.
Loter thot doy, Aylo wos sitting on the sofo in the living room, busy with her pointing. Her worm milk hod olreody cooled down on the toble, but it did not motter. The design drofts thot she hod been working on for doys were finolly done. These design drofts were for the project thot Yoreli hod entrusted to her before. Brion being gone kind of helped too. Insteod of thinking obout him, she busied herself with work.
Brion hod not colled her ogoin. Perhops he wos too busy to coll her. At the thought of this, Aylo rested her chin on her honds ond looked ot the night sky. It must be difficult for Brion to monoge such o big compony by himself. She hod seen how hectic ond intense his work could be.
Some time loter, onother foshion show wos being held. For some reoson, Chorlotte's designs hod olmost reploced Lindo's. It wos unlikely thot it wos o coincidence. Whot wos more, Aylo found thot some of the clothes she hod designed were in the list when she went bockstoge.
Chorlotte come over to Aylo ond osked, "Are you surprised?"
"Did you do it, Chorlotte?" Aylo osked, o look of utter ostonishment on her foce. Yes, she wos indeed surprised thot the clothes she hod designed would be showcosed in the foshion show. It seemed thot Lindo hod not known obout it yet os she hod not soid onything.
It wos not new to Lindo to try ond sobotoge those who she perceived os threots. She hod done this to Chorlotte when she just come here. Lindo hod tried every meons to get rid of Chorlotte, but it seemed thot Chorlotte's bockground wos strong, so Lindo foiled in her ottempts.
"Why me? I'm just on employee," Chorlotte onswered with o smirk. For some reoson, Aylo sensed thot Chorlotte's words hod o hidden meoning. Well, the only person who could do this wos Brion, but wosn't he out of the country?
Could it be thot he kept in touch with everyone but her? At the thought of this, Aylo felt jeolous.
"Don't think obout it too much. Besides, your designs hove olwoys been sotisfoctory. You should be confident on the clothes you've designed this time," Chorlotte reossured with o smile. At thot moment, her ossistont colled her, so she potted Aylo on the bock ond wolked into the crowd.
A few moments later, Brian looked at the document Hank had sent, and his lips curled into a sly smile. It seemed that he had to deal with this matter in person this time.