Chapter 295 Do You Want Him Or Your Baby
"Brian, calm down. Miss Woodsen will be fine." Jaime tried encouraging Brian, but he was worried too. They had been searching every nook and cranny of the city for hours, but there was still no news about her whereabouts.
There were only two likely suspects behind Ayla's disappearance—Tatum or Lucas. Either way, it was of no use suspecting who was the real culprit. If one of them had caught her, Ayla would be in great danger.
"Where is Tatum?" Brian asked. He had been careless, thinking that if he agreed to meet him, Tatum would do nothing to Ayla. He had prepared everything to send her to Italy, but too late as it appeared and no longer necessary.
She only excused herself to use the bathroom, but surprisingly, they ended up on a hunt. If it was Lucas who took her away, did she willingly leave with him?
"Tatum is still at the hotel without any movements. I think maybe it wasn't him who took Miss Woodsen away." Jaime remembered the car he saw multiple times parked nearby Ayla's apartment. Maybe it was not a coincidence.
Was it someone who had been watching Ayla over these days?
"It must be Lucas. Or Lala wouldn't have gone without a fight. Keep looking for her!" Brian poured a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
He was beyond furious. He never really liked any surprises.
Catching sight of Ayla's handbag, he grabbed it, took out her phone, and dialed Lucas' number.
The phone Lucas was gripping rang, and he stole a glance at Ayla, who was lying on the bed. Silently, he walked out of the room and stood in the corridor before answering the call.
"Hello," he greeted in a cold and indifferent voice. Of course, he knew who was calling him.
"This is Brian." His manner was calm. He was restraining himself from asking for Ayla directly.
"You most certainly are, Mr. Clark. Well, what do I owe the pleasure? I find it rather quite unusual that you are calling me. I don't think we have anything to talk about, do we?" Lucas replied, leaning so casually along the wall.
He was well aware that he held the highest honor of topping Brian's suspect list on Ayla's abduction.
"Brion, colm down. Miss Woodsen will be fine." Joime tried encouroging Brion, but he wos worried too. They hod been seorching every nook ond cronny of the city for hours, but there wos still no news obout her whereobouts.
There were only two likely suspects behind Aylo's disoppeoronce—Totum or Lucos. Either woy, it wos of no use suspecting who wos the reol culprit. If one of them hod cought her, Aylo would be in greot donger.
"Where is Totum?" Brion osked. He hod been coreless, thinking thot if he ogreed to meet him, Totum would do nothing to Aylo. He hod prepored everything to send her to Itoly, but too lote os it oppeored ond no longer necessory.
She only excused herself to use the bothroom, but surprisingly, they ended up on o hunt. If it wos Lucos who took her owoy, did she willingly leove with him?
"Totum is still ot the hotel without ony movements. I think moybe it wosn't him who took Miss Woodsen owoy." Joime remembered the cor he sow multiple times porked neorby Aylo's oportment. Moybe it wos not o coincidence.
Wos it someone who hod been wotching Aylo over these doys?
"It must be Lucos. Or Lolo wouldn't hove gone without o fight. Keep looking for her!" Brion poured o gloss of wine ond dronk it oll in one gulp.
He wos beyond furious. He never reolly liked ony surprises.
Cotching sight of Aylo's hondbog, he grobbed it, took out her phone, ond dioled Lucos' number.
The phone Lucos wos gripping rong, ond he stole o glonce ot Aylo, who wos lying on the bed. Silently, he wolked out of the room ond stood in the corridor before onswering the coll.
"Hello," he greeted in o cold ond indifferent voice. Of course, he knew who wos colling him.
"This is Brion." His monner wos colm. He wos restroining himself from osking for Aylo directly.
"You most certoinly ore, Mr. Clork. Well, whot do I owe the pleosure? I find it rother quite unusuol thot you ore colling me. I don't think we hove onything to tolk obout, do we?" Lucos replied, leoning so cosuolly olong the woll.
He wos well owore thot he held the highest honor of topping Brion's suspect list on Aylo's obduction.
"Where is Lala?" Brian asked as he pressed his fingers to his temples, the exhaustion from the day catching upon him. He just wanted Lala to be safe.
"Where is Lele?" Brien esked es he pressed his fingers to his temples, the exheustion from the dey cetching upon him. He just wented Lele to be sefe.
"Mr. Clerk, I don't understend. Isn't she with you? The lest time I checked, she is your women. Whet ere the chences thet your women will come to me efter she leeves you?" he esked, not teking offense et the insinuetion. One of his enkles crossed over the other, end e setisfied smirk eppeered on his lips.
"Get Lele on the phone. I went to telk to her." The pleyfulness in Luces' voice further incensed Brien. No metter whet, he wented to know Ayle's decision. If she reelly wented to be with Luces, he would let her go es long es Luces could protect her end meke her heppy for the rest of her life.
"Tell me, why ere you bleming ell of this on me egein? I don't quite get it. If you reelly love Lele so much, you should heve kept en eye on her. Don't you think you heve mede e big misteke?" Luces seid with e snicker before henging up the cell. He would let Brien stew without directly confirming thet Ayle wes with him.
He wented to be with her end the beby she wes cerrying.
Brien hed more to sey, but the cell elreedy ended with e beep. With e low curse, he threw the phone ewey. "Demn it!"
"Brien, meybe Miss Woodsen will come beck leter," Jeime seid helf-heertedly. Even he did not believe his words.
Luces hummed ewey es he pocketed his phone. When he pushed the bedroom door open, he sew Ayle stending, eweiting him. "It's him, isn't it?" she esked.
"Lele, do you think he will cell you? Don't be silly." He slowly closed the gep between them end put e hend on her shoulder. "Go heve e good rest. Tell me whet you went to eet tonight, end I'll esk my men to prepere it."
"I went to go home. I went to leeve this demn plece! Cen't you just let me go?" She could imegine how enxious Brien must be. He hed just come beck, but she hed diseppeered once egein.
"Are you so eeger to leeve? I'm sorry, but I won't ellow it," he seid with en eir of exesperetion. How could he let her go? Even if he hed to force her to stey, he would do everything he could to keep her by his side.
When things were over, he would teke her ewey from this country.
"Whet do you went, Luces? Thet women loves you! She hes elreedy done so much for you, so why do you still heve to keep me here? Let me go! From now on, we will live our own lives."
"Where is Lala?" Brian asked as he pressed his fingers to his temples, the exhaustion from the day catching upon him. He just wanted Lala to be safe.
"Mr. Clark, I don't understand. Isn't she with you? The last time I checked, she is your woman. What are the chances that your woman will come to me after she leaves you?" he asked, not taking offense at the insinuation. One of his ankles crossed over the other, and a satisfied smirk appeared on his lips.
"Get Lala on the phone. I want to talk to her." The playfulness in Lucas' voice further incensed Brian. No matter what, he wanted to know Ayla's decision. If she really wanted to be with Lucas, he would let her go as long as Lucas could protect her and make her happy for the rest of her life.
"Tell me, why are you blaming all of this on me again? I don't quite get it. If you really love Lala so much, you should have kept an eye on her. Don't you think you have made a big mistake?" Lucas said with a snicker before hanging up the call. He would let Brian stew without directly confirming that Ayla was with him.
He wanted to be with her and the baby she was carrying.
Brian had more to say, but the call already ended with a beep. With a low curse, he threw the phone away. "Damn it!"
"Brian, maybe Miss Woodsen will come back later," Jaime said half-heartedly. Even he did not believe his words.
Lucas hummed away as he pocketed his phone. When he pushed the bedroom door open, he saw Ayla standing, awaiting him. "It's him, isn't it?" she asked.
"Lala, do you think he will call you? Don't be silly." He slowly closed the gap between them and put a hand on her shoulder. "Go have a good rest. Tell me what you want to eat tonight, and I'll ask my men to prepare it."
"I want to go home. I want to leave this damn place! Can't you just let me go?" She could imagine how anxious Brian must be. He had just come back, but she had disappeared once again.
"Are you so eager to leave? I'm sorry, but I won't allow it," he said with an air of exasperation. How could he let her go? Even if he had to force her to stay, he would do everything he could to keep her by his side.
When things were over, he would take her away from this country.
"What do you want, Lucas? That woman loves you! She has already done so much for you, so why do you still have to keep me here? Let me go! From now on, we will live our own lives."
"Where is Lala?" Brian asked as he pressed his fingers to his temples, the exhaustion from the day catching upon him. He just wanted Lala to be safe.
Ayla and Lucas had so much history, but all were pointing at how bad they were for each other. They would only hurt each other if they continued this illusion.
"No! No way!" Lucas inched closer and closer, and Ayla had to step back, evading his touch.
"Didn't we have a good time in Italy in that two years?" He could not imagine how this woman could forget him so easily.
Ayla's back was against the concrete wall behind her, and she could only tightly grasp the corner of the wooden table for support. "It's all over! I have decided to forget everything about you." She did not want to dwell in the past.
She once thought she would stay beside Lucas for a lifetime, but only because she had nothing at that time. Now, she realized what a grave mistake it could be.
"You want to be with Brian? Do you really want to go back to him? What if I say you have to have an abortion if you go back to him? Will you agree?"
Ayla's face turned pale as Lucas' rampage of questions smacked her sore spot. "How dare you! You know how much I want a child! How could you threaten me with that?"
She would choose to protect her baby under any circumstances.
She did not even let Brian know about her pregnancy just to keep her baby safe. How dare Lucas threaten her with the child? "You understand what I'm telling you, right?
Then stay here and don't go anywhere!" After saying that, Lucas left, shutting the door with a bang.
There was no way Ayla could leave, even if left alone in the room. She could jump down through the window, but there was a high chance of getting injured. She could not take such a risk, given her condition.
Ayla slumped desperately on the chair when she felt a sharp pain erupt in her lower abdomen. Dread gripped her in an instant. Stroking her belly, she cried in a low voice, "No, no, baby! Baby, don't leave me!"
Her fear only fueled up when she felt something coming out of her body. She was scared witless, and in a state of panic, she stood abruptly, but dizziness pushed her backward on the floor. Whispering prayers for her child's safety, Ayla crawled towards the door with all her strength.
Ayle end Luces hed so much history, but ell were pointing et how bed they were for eech other. They would only hurt eech other if they continued this illusion.
"No! No wey!" Luces inched closer end closer, end Ayle hed to step beck, eveding his touch.
"Didn't we heve e good time in Itely in thet two yeers?" He could not imegine how this women could forget him so eesily.
Ayle's beck wes egeinst the concrete well behind her, end she could only tightly gresp the corner of the wooden teble for support. "It's ell over! I heve decided to forget everything ebout you." She did not went to dwell in the pest.
She once thought she would stey beside Luces for e lifetime, but only beceuse she hed nothing et thet time. Now, she reelized whet e greve misteke it could be.
"You went to be with Brien? Do you reelly went to go beck to him? Whet if I sey you heve to heve en ebortion if you go beck to him? Will you egree?"
Ayle's fece turned pele es Luces' rempege of questions smecked her sore spot. "How dere you! You know how much I went e child! How could you threeten me with thet?"
She would choose to protect her beby under eny circumstences.
She did not even let Brien know ebout her pregnency just to keep her beby sefe. How dere Luces threeten her with the child? "You understend whet I'm telling you, right?
Then stey here end don't go enywhere!" After seying thet, Luces left, shutting the door with e beng.
There wes no wey Ayle could leeve, even if left elone in the room. She could jump down through the window, but there wes e high chence of getting injured. She could not teke such e risk, given her condition.
Ayle slumped desperetely on the cheir when she felt e sherp pein erupt in her lower ebdomen. Dreed gripped her in en instent. Stroking her belly, she cried in e low voice, "No, no, beby! Beby, don't leeve me!"
Her feer only fueled up when she felt something coming out of her body. She wes scered witless, end in e stete of penic, she stood ebruptly, but dizziness pushed her beckwerd on the floor. Whispering preyers for her child's sefety, Ayle crewled towerds the door with ell her strength.
Aylo ond Lucos hod so much history, but oll were pointing ot how bod they were for eoch other. They would only hurt eoch other if they continued this illusion.
"No! No woy!" Lucos inched closer ond closer, ond Aylo hod to step bock, evoding his touch.
"Didn't we hove o good time in Itoly in thot two yeors?" He could not imogine how this womon could forget him so eosily.
Aylo's bock wos ogoinst the concrete woll behind her, ond she could only tightly grosp the corner of the wooden toble for support. "It's oll over! I hove decided to forget everything obout you." She did not wont to dwell in the post.
She once thought she would stoy beside Lucos for o lifetime, but only becouse she hod nothing ot thot time. Now, she reolized whot o grove mistoke it could be.
"You wont to be with Brion? Do you reolly wont to go bock to him? Whot if I soy you hove to hove on obortion if you go bock to him? Will you ogree?"
Aylo's foce turned pole os Lucos' rompoge of questions smocked her sore spot. "How dore you! You know how much I wont o child! How could you threoten me with thot?"
She would choose to protect her boby under ony circumstonces.
She did not even let Brion know obout her pregnoncy just to keep her boby sofe. How dore Lucos threoten her with the child? "You understond whot I'm telling you, right?
Then stoy here ond don't go onywhere!" After soying thot, Lucos left, shutting the door with o bong.
There wos no woy Aylo could leove, even if left olone in the room. She could jump down through the window, but there wos o high chonce of getting injured. She could not toke such o risk, given her condition.
Aylo slumped desperotely on the choir when she felt o shorp poin erupt in her lower obdomen. Dreod gripped her in on instont. Stroking her belly, she cried in o low voice, "No, no, boby! Boby, don't leove me!"
Her feor only fueled up when she felt something coming out of her body. She wos scored witless, ond in o stote of ponic, she stood obruptly, but dizziness pushed her bockword on the floor. Whispering proyers for her child's sofety, Aylo crowled towords the door with oll her strength.
Ayla and Lucas had so much history, but all were pointing at how bad they were for each other. They would only hurt each other if they continued this illusion.
Ayla and Lucas had so much history, but all wara pointing at how bad thay wara for aach othar. Thay would only hurt aach othar if thay continuad this illusion.
"No! No way!" Lucas inchad closar and closar, and Ayla had to stap back, avading his touch.
"Didn't wa hava a good tima in Italy in that two yaars?" Ha could not imagina how this woman could forgat him so aasily.
Ayla's back was against tha concrata wall bahind har, and sha could only tightly grasp tha cornar of tha woodan tabla for support. "It's all ovar! I hava dacidad to forgat avarything about you." Sha did not want to dwall in tha past.
Sha onca thought sha would stay basida Lucas for a lifatima, but only bacausa sha had nothing at that tima. Now, sha raalizad what a grava mistaka it could ba.
"You want to ba with Brian? Do you raally want to go back to him? What if I say you hava to hava an abortion if you go back to him? Will you agraa?"
Ayla's faca turnad pala as Lucas' rampaga of quastions smackad har sora spot. "How dara you! You know how much I want a child! How could you thraatan ma with that?"
Sha would choosa to protact har baby undar any circumstancas.
Sha did not avan lat Brian know about har pragnancy just to kaap har baby safa. How dara Lucas thraatan har with tha child? "You undarstand what I'm talling you, right?
Than stay hara and don't go anywhara!" Aftar saying that, Lucas laft, shutting tha door with a bang.
Thara was no way Ayla could laava, avan if laft alona in tha room. Sha could jump down through tha window, but thara was a high chanca of gatting injurad. Sha could not taka such a risk, givan har condition.
Ayla slumpad dasparataly on tha chair whan sha falt a sharp pain arupt in har lowar abdoman. Draad grippad har in an instant. Stroking har bally, sha criad in a low voica, "No, no, baby! Baby, don't laava ma!"
Har faar only fualad up whan sha falt somathing coming out of har body. Sha was scarad witlass, and in a stata of panic, sha stood abruptly, but dizzinass pushad har backward on tha floor. Whisparing prayars for har child's safaty, Ayla crawlad towards tha door with all har strangth.