All Chapters of The Heartless Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"I felt so lonely…" "Oh, baby." Claude did not know what to say to her to make her feel any better. So, he chose to do the only thing which he could think of. "I am so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to make you feel like that." "It's okay. I know. I was the one who was at fault." Ayla shook her head hurriedly. "I shouldn't have said that." "Ayla, love, as much as I agree with you on that, I am at fault here just the same. I should have just told you straightaway who Eleanor was, but my temper got the best of me. It just ticked me off so much that you didn't have an ounce of faith in me… in us. I would never cheat on you. Never." Claude knew better than to just blame her for everything. He was not innocent in the matter either. The whole situation could have been avoided if he would have handled it better. But the truth was, he had no control over his emotions. The foreign emotions she brought forward in him were someth

"Good noon, Mr. Lawrence." Claude greeted the old man as soon as he stepped inside the room behind Ayla. All the playfulness was gone from his face which was there a couple of seconds ago. In its place were brooding expressions and a calculated smile that never reached his eyes. It was the first time Ayla was actually getting to witness him in his form. The meeting was one thing since all of his attention was on the issue at hand rather than the people around him. Moreover, he barely paid them any attention with her on his lap. But now, all of those factors were taken out of the picture, leaving him bare and exposed to her eyes. She couldn't see him like this. It pained her for some reason."Good afternoon, lad. You can call me grandfather." The old man stood up from the chair and gave the duo a polite smile. "Good afternoon, grandfather." Ayla spoke up to break the tension which was lingering in the air. Sparks could be seen flying acro

"You should hear the rest, my child." Her grandfather spoke in between before letting out a dark chuckle. Now that definitely made everything suspicious. "What are you not telling me here, Claude?" She narrowed her eyes at her husband who was looking everywhere but at her."Let's just say the rest of my family isn't really a fan of you." He scratched the back of his head as he looked down on the floor. "But, I have never even met them. I highly doubt they even know about me except for my name maybe." She made it a mission to always stay out of any kind of news whether or not it involved her own family. "I know that already, love. It's just that they know about your existence." He sighed in frustration. "And that's enough of a reason for them to dislike me?" Ayla couldn't believe her ears. Being judgemental was one thing, but disliking someone before they even got to know them was definitely another.It wa

"Ugh!" Ayla groaned out in frustration as Ayla walked out of another shop without having any luck in finding something that was able to catch her eye. She knew that there was probably nothing that Claude's grandfather lacked, but she had to give him something that spoke volumes. It was a long shot, but she had to try. From what Claude had told her, he was a man of temper and character. She was having a hard time deciding on anything. She was practically just strolling around the mall, going into antique shops one after the other with the hope that she might find something, anything. She checked the time on her phone once again. It had already been an hour and half since she arrived here and still no luck. What ticked her more was how eerily quiet her phone was. There wasn't any new message from him. His last text was a simple okay, that too in response to her text in which she had informed him of her arrival at the mall. She fought the urge to

"I am so sorry, love." Claude apologized to her the minute he threw his arms around her. He pulled her into his chest, inhaling deeply as he buried his face into her hair. "I didn't plan to make you wait for this long." He continued. "I really didn't." "I know, I know." Ayla spoke up, leaning back a little so that she could have a look at his face. "Don't fret about it. I was just roaming around. Now that you are here, we can actually shop for the gift." "You haven't bought anything yet?" Claude looked behind her only to find her college bag resting on the floor next to a seat. "I couldn't find anything that screamed gift worthy for your grandfather." She pursed her lips together as she recalled her senseless strolling around the gift shops. "Though I think I now have an idea about what to get him, it could be worth a shot." She added hurriedly as her thoughts drifted back to the small sticky note which the nugget loving old man had left behind