The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone)

Chapter 184: I Have Nothing To Say  

Ayla left the ward and dragged her exhausted body into the hospital garden.She really could not figure out how things turned out like this.She then sat on a bench and gazed at people who came and went.

There were also pregnant women who passed by in front of her with their bulged belly.

‘What the hell did I do wrong this time? Why does nothing good ever come out of everything I've done?’ she mused.All of a sudden, two familiar figures came into her sight —Toby and Molly. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

She wanted to walk over to them and say "hello" but decided not to.

A memory of what had happened to Haley suddenly crossed her mind, so she immediately stood up and hid behind a big tree.

Careful not to be seen, she watched as Toby helped Molly walk into the building.It was not until they walked in that Ayla came out from behind the tree.

Not long after, she left the hospital and hailed a cab.

"Clark Group building, please," she said to the taxi driver.

"Okay," the driver responded with a nod.

"No, wait. Go to the HM Garden instead,"

Ayla hurriedly said as she changed her mind.She figured that it was not right to go to the company like this, so she had better go back to Brian's apartment first.

Once she arrived at the door of the apartment, she took out the key from her purse and opened the door.

She was expecting that the apartment was empty.

However, the instant she opened the door, she smelled a strong stench of tobacco, making her choke and cough uncontrollably.

She turned to look at the sofa and saw that Brian was there, smoking.

‘What is he doing here?’ she wondered in disbelief.Something suddenly occurred to her.

At the thought of it, she smoothed her hair and pulled it down to cover her left cheek that was bruised and swollen, hoping that he would not notice it.

Now that she was all set, she casually walked to the sofa and said indifferently, "You're back."

"What's with that look? Aren't you happy to see me back?" Brian asked with a sneer as he stubbed the cigarette out.

"Don't you want to know when I came back?" Although his voice was calm and expressionless, Ayla could tell that he was unhappy.She cast a glance at the ashtray and found that it was full.

'Did he come back last night?’

"Mr.Clark, I'm sorry.I..."

Should she explain it to him? If she did, would her explanation even work?

"Where have you been?" Brian asked as he lifted his gaze on her.

Although some of her hair was covering half of her face, the wound on her cheek did not escape his scrutinizing gaze.

Also, he caught a whiff of alcohol on her.

He could imagine what this woman did last night.

Yesterday, Hank called him and told him everything.

As soon as he hung up the call, he left everything behind and took the earliest flight home.

He waited for her the whole night, but she did not come home until now.

‘What does this woman want? Was she trying to piss me off?’ he mused.

"I...I just drank some wine yesterday, so I didn't come home," Ayla nervously answered, not wanting to make Brian angry.

"Just some wine? How much exactly did you drink? Smell yourself! You smell like you bathed in ajar of wine! Don't make a fool out of me!" Brian exclaimed.

Then, he stood up, walked over to her, and lifted her chin with his thumb and index finger.

"What happened to your face? You'd better tell me the truth, or you'd regret it," he warned.

When he spoke, his voice was icy cold that almost made Ayla tremble in fear.

"I have nothing to say," she answered through gritted teeth.

As she stared at his angry face, she knew that he would not believe her regardless of what she said.

He would only distort her explanation, even if it was the truth.

"Ayla, what do you take me for? Answer me! That Lucas...what's so good about him? Did he force Haley to have an abortion just to get you? Perhaps you two did something that you shouldn't have done, so you could anger Haley and make her have a miscarriage?"

Brian had the means to know whatever he wanted right away.

As a matter of fact, he already knew what had happened last night and this morning to Ayla.

He was waiting for her to give him an explanation until the morning, only to hear that she had nothing to say

.‘Could it be that the explanation was useless after what had happened between her and Lucas? Does she still have no feelings for me? As Brian looked at the red handprint on Ayla's face, he could not help but wonder how stupid she was.He did not have the heart to tell her what Lucas and Tatum's relationship was because he did not want her to be sad.However, what she had done felt like a knife in his heart, piercing through him.Ayla scoffed and retorted, "You already knew about it.Why bother to ask?"

Since he had already known everything, why did he have to ask about her explanation?

"It's because I wanted to hear it from you, but you did not even give me the chance,"Brian said with a sneer.If only she told him the truth, he would have just let it go.Sadly, she did not.

"Even if I'm living here, I'm free to do everything I want.Whoever I am seeing is none of your business! It has nothing to do with you," Ayla fired back.

Brian wanted to be in control of her.

She knew about this, so there was no need for her to ask him if he had done all those things for her regarding the fashion show.The more he wanted to control her, the less she wanted to satisfy him.

All of a sudden, Brian pulled her and threw her onto the sofa.

Although she landed on the cushion, Ayla still got hurt by the impact.

"What's so good about Lucas? Tell me! What can he do that I can't? Argh!" he bellowed as he ripped Ayla’s chiffon skirt in rage.

"No! Stop!"

Ayla shrank away from him and tried with all her strength to keep him away.

"Unfortunately, it's not up to you," Brian responded frighteningly.

How could he let her go anyway? In the end, Ayla passed out in pain.

Brian lost control yet again.

Could he blame himself? This woman was driving him crazy! Once he was done with his evil deed, he went to the bathroom and let the cold water run down every inch of his skin.He quickly took a shower, changed his clothes, and left the apartment, leaving the place in a mess and Ayla alone.

Ayla's body hurt so much that she could not even turn over, much less stand up.

When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurred, and her body was trembling in pain.

It took her a while to see everything clearly.

Only thee did she realize that her body was covered with bruises that were left by his violence.

‘He must be very angry with me, so he did this, right?’ she asked herself inwardly.

Although Brian seemed to be doing everything to get back with her, he only pushed her farther and farther away.Sometimes, Ayla felt that her happiness seemed to be right in front of her eyes.

However, as she reached for it, it seemed even farther than she had thought.

Everything that had happened made her sure of one thing—she and Brian were impossible to be together again.