Chapter 104 Afraid of Being Discovered
When she opened her mouth, she was shaking as she felt a little guilty.
Waylon Gray on the other end of the phone frowned, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"No, no, I'm just a little busy today," she replied,
Waylon Gray sensitively smelled something unusual, "Alena Wright, if you have any trouble, you must tell me."
Alena Wright thought about telling the truth, but she was still a little bit afraid. And because of Waylon Gray's words, she suddenly fell silent.
The atmosphere was a little cold, and Waylon Gray opened his mouth and said, "Let's have a meal in the evening. I will pick you up. If there is anything that bothers you, you can tell me in person."
Alena Wright hesitated to refuse.
Then there was a noise on the other phone's end, Bill Clay's voice came in a hurry, and a few seconds later, Waylon Gray said, "I have something to do. I will pick you up at night."
"No need," he hung up in the middle of her sentence, and Alena Wright was a little surprised when she heard the busy tone on the phone.
She sighed faintly.
After a day of anxiety, Waylon Gray's car stopped at the door of the company at six o'clock in the evening.
As soon as Alena Wright showed up, she was blocked by a bunch of roses. Waylon Gray took her hand with a gentle smile on his mouth and asked, "Did you miss me?"
There were curious gazes from colleagues around, Alena Wright buried her head down and pulled the car door and sat on it.
Waylon Gray bent his lips and was obviously extremely happy.
The restaurant they went to was a newly opened French restaurant. When Waylon Gray led Alena Wright in, the waiter led their way.
As they found a quiet corner, the two of them sat opposite each other.
Alena Wright was silent all the way, as she thought about whether to confess or not.
She was worried that Waylon Gray would not be able to accept it when he knew the truth, but she always felt that continuing to hide it would only deepen the misunderstanding.
"Alena Wright."
Waylon Gray in a suit and leather shoes loosened his tie, and the buttons on his neckline naturally spread out, giving him a breath of moderation.
Under Alena Wright's gaze, Waylon Gray took out a gift box from his pocket and pushed it in front of her, "Open it and take a look."
The box was very delicate and looked like jewelry.
That was not the first time Waylon Gray had given her jewelry, so Alena Wright didn't take it seriously.
But when the box opened, it revealed the small and unique jewelry inside, Alena Wright was still surprised.
There was a set of emerald jewelry in the box, from necklaces to earrings and rings, all of which were artistic.
However, those were not the main points.
Alena Wright opened her eyes wide, and held the necklace in her hand, the surprised look in her eyes became more and more obvious.
As he felt pleased by the woman's expression, Waylon Gray smiled at the corners of his eyes and brows, and asked, "Are you satisfied with what you saw?"
Alena Wright's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with joy when she spoke again, "This is the design drawing I gave you!"
Her gaze was fixed on that set of jewelry, and the objects in front of her were more agile and brilliant than the lines on the design drawings.
If the design drawing could be scored ninety points, then the set of jewelry could be called perfect.
Alena Wright put the necklace back into the box and handed it back to Waylon Gray.
Waylon Gray raised her eyebrows and thought that she didn't like it that much.
Alena Wright knew that if he didn't tell him the reason, that man wouldn't let it go. After she thought about it, she said, "This is something you appointed me to design, and it didn't make sense if you gave it to me."
Waylon Gray shrugged cleverly, and leaned back lazily on the soft chair before he said, "What does it matter? When I asked you to design, I already said that this was designed for my beloved woman, and you are that woman. And these will be yours sooner or later after we get married."
Alena Wright was unmoved by his words, and said, "Then wait until we get married."
In fact, what she wanted to say was that even if they were married, Waylon Gray and she were clearly separated, at least for the past three years.
Waylon Gray's low and slow smile overflowed from his throat, and his body leaned forward a little closer, "Alena Wright, do you mean that I should propose to you sooner or later?"
Alena Wright's face started to get hot again, she didn't know what to say anymore, "I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
When a woman was shy, they looked like a flower in bloom. Waylon Gray admired her for a while, and then returned to seriousness, "Then you can keep it for me first. Next week is the 100th anniversary of the Monarch Group. And you have to be by my side."
The words of the 100th-anniversary celebration were like a fuse, instantly igniting Alena Wright's sanity, she immediately waved her hand and refused, "No!"
Because she was too impatient, she even accidentally knocked off the knife and fork in front of her.
Waylon Gray raised his brows slightly, "Why not?"
Of course, it's because you have already promised the old man Gray. If she promised again, she would feel like she was about to reveal herself.
She doesn't know how to disappear, so she couldn't make such promises.
But Waylon Gray ignored her so much, and played with the wine glass in his hand, and requested, "Give me a reasonable explanation."
His tone was casual, but his attitude was extremely strong.
Alena Wright opened her mouth but couldn't say a whole word.
"It seems that you can't tell me," Waylon Gray put the glass on the table.
Alena Wright shook her head, and listened to the man's ultimatum, "Then this matter is final, I will pick you up at that time."
The waiter brought the appetizers, and Waylon Gray laid out his napkins while looking at Alena Wright, "It's time for you to see my father."
Upon hearing that, Alena Wright couldn't tell whether she was happier or bitterer.
Waylon Gray's willingness to take her to see Alfred Gray was enough to show that he was serious about her, but if he knew that she was Amanda Quinston, would it still be like that?
As he saw that her expression was not as tight as before, Waylon Gray's hard jaw also eased a little, and said, "I have already made a dress tailored for you. Believe me, you will be amazed by it."
Alena Wright stirred the coffee in the cup cautiously.
She just hoped that when that day comes, everything would be fine.
The restaurant Waylon Gray chose was first-class in terms of style and taste, but Alena Wright had no intention of enjoying it at that moment.
As long as she thought about the 100th anniversary, she felt a mess in her mind, but Alfred Gray and Waylon Gray insisted on her attending it.
After their dinner was over, Waylon Gray glanced at her as she seldom talked. His brows wrinkled slightly, and his dark eyes were filled with incomprehensible emotions.
He hadn't seen her for so long. He had planned many activities and planned to spend more time with that unscrupulous little cold-hearted woman, but as he saw her unhappy look, he suddenly lost his mood.