Deep Love of The Perfect Bride novel Chapter 4

Ayla got changed and walked out of the bathroom. Brian was waiting outside. He took a quick glance at her as his jaws clenched. Without another word, he turned and stormed out. She followed him obediently.

The car ride was the most awkward. The air inside the silver Bentley was so tense that Ayla could only look out of the window and pray it'd end soon.-

The temperature of the air always seemed to drop whenever Brian was, which made her shiver.

The car ride was mostly silent. An hour later, they reached Brian's luxurious villa. The elegant villa had an exquisite layout which only Brian could afford.

The car slid into the garage and came to a halt. Brian got off of the car and ordered her in a bitter tone, "Get out!"

The Woodsen family also owned a villa, but it was incomparable to Brian's. She timidly followed behind Brian, taking each step cautiously.

"Sir, you are back." The butler, Ruben, greeted them and glanced at the beautiful woman behind Brian, but said nothing.

Brian went straight to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Maria came out shortly and served him coffee in a delicate and expensive coffee cup. "Sir, here is your coffee." Brian had a habit of drinking coffee at this time.

Brian smelled the strong fragrance of the coffee, made from top class Jamaican coffee beans. It was his favorite.

Ayla, meanwhile, stood aside uneasily. The serious ambience inside the villa reminded her again that she didn't belong here. But, the fact was that she couldn't escape either.

Suddenly, the coffee cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces with a bang. "Sir!" Maria exclaimed and immediately went to clean up the mess, but stopped midway when Brian held up his hand.

"You, come here and clean this up!" he gestured to Ayla and ordered cruelly.

Ayla was stunned for a moment. She looked up at him, flabbergasted.

"What's wrong Miss Woodsen? Oh, I think it should be Mrs. Clark now. Didn't you hear me? Or, do you want to defy me?" Brian asked sarcastically.

Ayla blinked and averted her gaze. It didn't matter to him if she was reluctant to do it, he'd make her do it anyway. Besides, she had done such things in the Woodsen family before.

For her, it was an easy task.

Ayla quietly bent down, picked up the pieces one by one and threw them into the trash can. Maria gave her the duster cloth, which she used to clean the floor after picking up the pieces.

Her eyes fell on the coffee stains on his shoes. She carefully wiped them with tissue, fearing he might kick her if he disliked the act.

But her cautiousness didn't prevent him from despising her. To the woman he hated the most, he would show no mercy.