The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone) Chapter 145: Move To His Apartment

Ayla looked at the luxurious apartment in front of her.

Never had it occurred to her to underestimate the place that Brian had chosen.

Luckily, it was close to the Clark Group, so she could stay here for the time being.He had also asked
someone to bring all her luggage here.

"From now on, you'll be staying here."

"Thanks for letting me stay at such a luxurious apartment.But where's the key?"

Ayla didn't want Brian to keep a copy of the key because she didn't want him to pick her up every day.

Hearing that, he gave the room card to her.

"Anyway, you should get some rest!"

Brian stood up and left the room.

Sitting on the sofa, Ayla dialed Yareli’s number.They agreed to meet at the cafe.

"Ms.Evans."

Ayla had been waiting for her at the cafe.

The second she saw her, she stood up.

"Lala, did you need something from me?" Yareli knew that Ayla was always focused on her work.

But now, she had taken the initiative to ask her out.She must've had something important to tell her.

Ayla had told her everything about her past since Yareli had already talked to her about Brian.



Since then, Yareli had been calling her by her nickname.

In all honesty, Ayla wasn't sure what to say.If she requested to go back to Italy, she was certain that
Yareli would be disappointed in her.

"Lala, we've known each other for a long time.If there's anything you need, you can tell me." Yareli took
a sip of her coffee.

The strong aroma and mellow taste of the coffee was similar to what she often drank in the past few
years.

"Ms.Evans, will you be disappointed in me if I ask you to send me back to Italy?"

After a long time of hesitation, Ayla finally put her request forward.It didn't seem to surprise Yareli at all.

After knowing what had happened between Ayla and Brian two years ago, she had expected that she
would come up with this idea.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you agree or not."

Ayla just didn't want to make things difficult for her boss.

Yareli shook her head.

"Lala, there are certain reasons I sent you to Antawood.I didn't send you here just to be responsible for
the fashion show, I also want a lot more people to know you through your designs."

"Ms.Evans."

As a matter of fact, Ayla hadn't thought about this.



The reason she agreed to work in Yareli's company was because she wanted to have a job and she
didn't want to be a burden to Lucas anymore.

"Lala, you need to remember the most important thing for a designer.Without prestige, it only means
that your design hasn't been recognized.I became a designer through hard work when I was young, so
I know how difficult it would be for a designer to become famous.My wish is for your designs to be
recognized all over the world."

This was what Yareli had always dreamed of achieving for herself.She had worked so hard for more
than ten years to gain her status and own a company.

Only she knew how hard she had worked to achieve everything she had.

Ayla nodded.

"I understand, Ms.Evans.I sincerely thank you for your appreciation.I promise that I'll work hard to
achieve that goal."

There was no way she would give up no matter if she had to face Brian or had difficulties in her work in
the future.

"It's good that you understand.If you run into any difficulties at work, you can call me whenever you
want."

Yareli smiled at her.She had faith that Ayla could make it.She had never doubted her own hunches.

"Oh, by the way, Ms.Evans.Have you booked a flight ticket? When will you go back? I'll see you off."

It took Ayla a long time to muster the courage to say all these things to Yareli, but the other woman's
words made her give up the plan of returning to Italy now.



"No, you don't have to do that.I heard that you weren't in good health lately, so you should just get
some rest and avoid getting tired from work."

She looked at her intently.

Ayla's health had nothing to do with work.It was actually caused by what happened two years ago.

From time to time, she would have a fever, but she never told anyone; not even Lucas.

Ayla just suffered everything silently by herself.She had to stay strong.

Brian had just gotten off work and went back to the apartment, only to find that she wasn't home.

‘Where on earth is she now? She still hasn't recovered properly, and yet she won't stay put at home?
Where did she go?’He should've known that she wouldn't peacefully stay at home.

After leaving the company, Ayla went to the apartment across the original studio.

However, Lucas wasn't answering his phone.

In truth, she just wanted to tell him that she had moved into another place.

He was with Haley right now, so he couldn't answer his phone no matter how many times it rang.

Brian drove the car around, searching for her whereabouts.

As expected, he saw her downstairs of her former apartment.

The night wind blew past her hair, and her frail body looked vulnerable and helpless.

Stepping forward, he put his coat on her.



"What's the matter? Are you still reluctant to leave this place? Or is it because you don't want to leave
Lucas?" Ayla turned her gaze towards him.

"What are you even doing here?"

"Am I not allowed to be here? Why didn't you just stay at home? Do you want to be hospitalized
again?" The thought that Ayla came here for Lucas brought displeasure to Brian.

"Don't worry, I'm feeling better now."

She glanced at the black screen of her phone.It was out of battery, and she had no idea when Lucas
would call her back.

Moments later, Brian forcibly dragged her into the car.

"Go home and get some rest.And don't you dare go out again."

When Ayla returned to the new apartment, she saw that there was someone else in it.

That person was a servant hired by Brian to take care of her.

"Mr.Clark, why do you always decide things without consulting me? I don't need servants."

Ayla couldn't stand him anymore.He didn't seem to be listening to her protests.

Instead, he just read a newspaper leisurely.

In a fit of rage, she went back to her room and slammed the door behind her.

Upon entering the room, she found that the servant had cleaned it up, and it now had a darker theme.

‘Since when did the room change? Moreover, this is the style that Brian prefers...



No! Perhaps he was the one who made all these changes! However, Ayla had no choice but to ignore
it.

After all, it was his apartment and he could do whatever he wanted.

But upon opening the wardrobe, she found that half of the clothes were hers, and the other half were
almost all black suits.

‘He.."

She stormed out of the room in anger.

"Brian Clark, you broke your promise!" she shouted.

"What's wrong again?"

He put down the newspaper, looking up at her.

"Who made you upset again?" Ayla glared at him and she knew that he knew the answer.

Did he even need her to tell him what he had done?

"Tell me, what do these changes in the room mean?" Ayla scoffed.

"I want to move out." Brian got up and approached her.

"Don't be silly, Lala. Just get some rest and look after yourself."


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