บททั้งหมดของ The Heartless Bride: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The couple walked down the staircase, Ayla's hand resting in the crook of Claude's elbow. It wasn't long before they entered the hall where the guests were gathered.    Since Sylvia had arranged it to be a big event, the doors of an adjoining hall were also pushed open to ensure that the place would not end up being too crowded. In addition, the buffet was supposedly arranged outside in the garden, ensuring an open atmosphere for those who wanted to enjoy the outdoors.    "Your mother outdid herself it seems." Ayla could only remark at the arrangements.    The place itself lacked nothing, but the dull white fabric of the sheer curtains only added to the charm of it. Especially combined with floral arrangements which added color to the atmosphere.    "She does not take this lightly." Claude shook his head, reminiscing about all the past events that were arranged by her. "But this i

The duo was done changing into their own nightwear, ready to hit the sack. Ayla watched Claude move around the room for the next fifteen minutes while she kept herself up despite the fact that she was tired. It was getting harder for her to keep her eyes open as the clock ticked by, but Claude showed no sign of resigning for the night.  Instead, he picked his laptop up and began to scroll through his emails. He was so focused on the screen that she was struggling about interrupting him.  "What is it?"  The silence was broken down by the man. He could sense her staring at him from time to time and decided to ask her about it.  "Nothing." Ayla shook her head frantically even though she could see that his eyes were still glued to his laptop. "Are you sure?" He finally looked up from the laptop. "You look like you need to sleep, but you are forcing yourself to sta

The last words that left the lady's mouth were all that took for Ayla to lose her calm. She clenched her palms into fists as she took a step closer to the counter.  "Rachel, is it?" Ayla snuck a glance at the lady's name badge. "Why don't you do as I am asking? Pick up that damn phone and tell your boss that his 'wife' is here to see him." She had no plan of rubbing it into anyone's face, but she would rather do it than get humiliated by some random woman who thought too highly of herself.  To her dismay, her words seemed to have no effect on Rachel. She just laughed it off before exchanging a look with her colleague.  "If you are our boss's wife, then I am a celebrity." Rachel burst into a fit of giggles, getting the attention of the people passing by. "But both of us know that it's nothing but crap. So, I suggest you leave right now and find some other place where you can actually pull this off." She added haughtily while looking down on Ayla

"Are you crazy?" It was Ayla who broke the silence. "What do you think you are doing here?" She couldn't help but detest the lady. If she was there to talk, could she not do it in a civilized manner? "Who do you think you are to question me?" Nova scoffed. "You are a good for nothing girl who got lucky. Landing such a big fish as Claude isn't easy. I have to say I admire your courage." She eyes Ayla up and down before rolling her eyes. "Nova! Behave." Claude interrupted before Ayla could reply. "Whatever you have to say, say it to me. Keep Ayla out of it." For the last ten minutes he had been doing nothing but tolerating her, both her and her uncouth mouth. But there was no way he was going to watch her humiliate Ayla. His words only acted as a catalyst for her anger. "Aww… aren't you being a darling husband here?" It was clearly sarcasm which laced her words. "But can she be a wife to a man like you? I mean look at how she'

"Hold on!" Ayla mumbled as her brows drew closed. She didn't let Claude question the sudden change and marched all the way to him before reaching out to grab his right arm. She pulled it close to her face and began to examine it, leaving Claude at a loss. Before he could question her actions, he heard her."You are hurt." Ayla looked up briefly to meet his eyes, worry etched on her face. "It doesn't look too bad though." She added in a whisper. Ayla didn't know whether the latter part was for him, or she had said it to ease her worrywart heart."How?" He shifted in his chair a little so that she didn't have to tilt her neck all the way to the side. "I don't know how. You tell me." She threw him a glance which clearly said that it must have been during the thrashing of glass objects. "Don't look at me like I hurt myself." He spoke up in protest, not wanting to be blamed for something he didn't have anythin