Chapter 3 I Want To Go To School

Ayla changed her clothes and walked out of the cloakroom. Brian simply glanced at her, not uttering a word. He started walking out. Ayla took the hint and followed him.

An hour later, the Maybach stopped at the most luxurious villa in Antawood. This villa had more than ten thousand square feet and its exquisite decoration took people's breath away. Only Brian was qualified to be its owner.

"Mr. Clark, you are back."

The butler, Ruben, walked up to them and took a look at the beautiful woman behind Brian. However, he held back his curiosity.

"You can only stay here from now on. Don't step out of this villa without my permission. Do you hear me?" Brian looked at Ayla, a note of warning in his tone.

"Yes, I do." She nodded her head.

"That's good!" He then walked away.

"Wait, please wait!" Seeing that Brian was about to leave, Ayla called after him.

Brian stopped and said, "Tell Ruben or Maria if you need anything."

"No, wait!" Ayla caught up with him and held his hand.

"I... I want to go to school," she managed to utter.

'Go to school?' Brian thought to himself and a sneer crossed his face.

"You want to go to school? Am I hearing it wrong? You think my woman needs to go to school? Isn't it a night club that you wish to go instead of school?"

Ayla was very shocked by what she heard. Indeed, Arlene didn't like school, so she had already dropped out of school. But Ayla was a different sort of girl. She had dreams and aspirations that only education could fulfill.

"Don't bother me if you don't have anything to say!" Then Brian turned around and walked towards the second floor.

"Mr. Clark."

She wanted to follow him, but Maria stopped her. "No! You can't go up! You can't go upstairs without Mr. Clark's permission."

"Mr. Clark, I will go to school in the daytime and come back in the evening. I just want to finish my education. Please allow me this privilege." Ayla was almost pleading with him.

Brian walked up to her, raised her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

"You need to know I can't stand being cheated."

Ayla shook her head and promised, "I am not lying to you. I just want to go to school. I won't go anywhere else! You have my word."

"Well, the driver will take you to school." After saying that, Brian went upstairs.

Ayla was overjoyed to have gotten his permission.

Then, she was taken to a small room on the first floor. It was empty except for a bed and a desk. However, it was located in such a way that it received good lighting from outside. Ayla already liked the window and could imagine herself sitting by it.

"Ma'am, Mr. Clark has told me that you can come to me if you need anything," Maria said.

"Thank you, Maria." Ayla nodded with a smile.

At dinner time, Maria was busy preparing food in the kitchen.

Seeing this, Ayla couldn't help but offer her help. This took Maria by surprise.

She was under the impression Ayla was rich and spoiled. However, she had to admit Ayla didn't look like a spoiled girl.

Maria watched her cook and her skills shocked her. "Do you cook often? You seem very experienced."

"Yeah, but I can only cook a few simple dishes."

Ayla had to do everything by herself when she was in the Woodsen family's house. She was an adopted daughter. To put it bluntly, she was no less than a servant in that house.

"In that case, you can prepare the dinner for Mr. Clark. I am sure he will be thrilled."

Ayla paused and said, "But I am not sure if Mr. Clark will like it. What if my dishes won't suit his taste? I just..."

She was afraid of making him unhappy.

"No, I am pretty sure nothing of that sort will happen. Mr. Clark doesn't talk much. But he is a nice and easy-going man."

Maria had worked in the villa for many years and Brian wasn't the sort she had to be intimidated with.

Ayla couldn't believe what she was hearing. He hadn't seemed easy-going and nice to her.

From what she gathered, he was a cold man. With something as simple as a glance, he could send her trembling.

......

Sitting at the table, Brian looked at the dishes in front of him. They were different from what Maria usually served him.

Seeing that Brian wasn't eating, Maria explained, "Mr. Clark, these dishes were cooked by Mrs. Clark."

"You cooked them?" Brian raised an eyebrow and said, "You know how to cook?"

It took him by surprise as well.

"Yes, I know a little." Standing aside, Ayla was starting to feel uneasy. She was afraid that he would be unhappy and refuse to try them.

Brian didn't say anything but went ahead and ate. Ayla remained silent, not daring to ask whether the dishes were delicious or not.

To her surprise, Brian had finished all the dishes.

He put down his fork and was about to leave the table.

"You will do the cooking from today on," he said, before leaving upstairs.

Ayla heaved a sigh of relief. She was glad he had thought her food was okay.

But then she thought of what he had said. Did he mean she would be cooking his meal from now on?

Ayla wasn't so happy anymore.

"Mrs. Clark, it seems that Mr. Clark is very satisfied with your cooking," Maria said, her face breaking into a bright smile.