Chapter 111 Even The Angry Gestures Are Loved By Her
Waylon Gray just asked casually and did not pursue too much.
However, he still had more important things to know, so he asked, "Do you know where Alena has gone?"
Darcy Harrington didn't expect to receive Waylon's call suddenly, but she was mentally prepared for this question. She said without hesitation, "Mr. Gray, Alena, and Mr. Kelly have made an appointment to go shopping today. They should be inside the mall now."
Even if Waylon didn't ask her, she sent someone to take pictures of Alena Wright and Yves Kelly shopping together and planned to send it to Waylon anonymously tomorrow.
Hearing this answer, Waylon's dark eyes closed lightly, and the momentum on his body suddenly became fierce. "Mr. Kelly? That Mr. Kelly?"
"It's Yves, Mr. Kelly." As the voice fell, Darcy heard the sound of the pencil being broken.
The next second, Waylon said coldly, "I see."
The phone was hung up. Darcy, who was sitting in the garden basking in the sun, looked at the phone, which was already on a black screen, and immediately hooked her mouth.
On Waylon's side, he threw the broken pen into the trash can, and his long body slowly stood up. The line of his face was tight, and his countenance revealed a sense of indifference.
Yves should have thought of him long ago.
With his long legs staggered, Waylon stepped out.
Bill Clay was waiting outside the office. Hearing the movement, he immediately got up and said, "President, what do you need?"
The only response to him was Waylon's cold and indifferent back. At the moment when he passed by, a voice with implied anger floated from the front, "I'll go out. If there is nothing particularly important, don't find me."
Bill was stunned, and Waylon had already walked into the exclusive elevator when he reacted.
On the other side...
Seeing Alena ended the call, Yves walked over and asked, "Waylon?"
"Yeah." Alena nodded and put the phone back in her pocket. Suddenly she remembered something and quickly raised her head to look at him. "He still doesn't know what I'm going to give a gift. Don't tell him, I want to give him one. And it will be a surprise!"
"It seems that you are really attentive to Yihan, do you really like her so much?" Yves teased.
Alena's face blushed, but she still replied firmly, "Yes..."
If she didn't really like it, she wouldn't risk her life and continue to pester Waylon.
When Yves saw that she actually admitted, a thought flashed in his mind.
Then, with an easy-going expression, he asked, "Do you want to buy perfume?"
Alena felt that although Waylon was used to this perfume, she always felt that she was still near something, so she decided to look at it again. If she can't pick one, then she would choose the classic one.
When she turned to the corner, she saw a bottle of perfume with very unique packaging.
She almost hit the spot at a glance, and immediately walked towards the perfume.
When the shopping guide saw that Alena was interested, he introduced, "This perfume is called a soft spot, and it is our chief perfume product.
Alena sprayed a sample of the perfume to the back of her hand, put it under her nose, and smelled it. It was different from the classic style just now, with an elegant fragrance mixed in the freshness, which gave a heavy feeling of looking through the long history of its making.
It was indeed a calm and domineering scent.
It was as if Waylon would feel like this perfume really suits him.
Alena was very excited. This kind of perfume seemed to be more in line with Waylon's temperament.
Yves saw her thoughts and frowned and suggested, "Alena, Waylon is more turbulent, and he has also a very poor taste. He may find it difficult to accept other flavors when he is used to classic models."
Alena also thought about this, but she really thought this perfume was very suitable for Waylon.
"But this taste is also very good, do you want to smell it too? Give me a more accurate opinion?" While speaking, Alena had already raised her hand and reached it in front of Yves.
Seeing her insistence, Yves couldn't object anymore, so he lowered his head and sniffed on the back of her hand. However, it turned out to be an unexpectedly good smell.
It's just that he didn't pay attention. This kind of close-up action seemed a bit ambiguous from a distance as if Yves was kissing the back of Alena's hand.
Waylon happened to see this scene when he rushed over, with blue veins becoming visible on his forehead, and a lunge stepped forward and pulled the person in front of him. "What are you doing?"
Alena barely stabilized her figure. As soon as she raised her head, she saw Waylon who was furious, and her face was astonished. She asked, "Why are you here?"
Waylon's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the hand pressing on her arm became harder and harder. "What do you think?"
If he comes a little later, will these two people kiss each other?
Alena was asked inexplicably, stared at by the man's angry eyes, and she was feeling a tingling in her scalp.
Waylon snorted coldly, looking at Yves's eyes full of scrutiny he said, "Have I told you that Alena is my woman? What were you doing just now?"
He didn't seem to need to hear any answer, so just he sneered, "My woman does she need you to be so close? Keep your duty, and if there is will be another time this will happen, I won't just let it go!"
Abandoning these words, Waylon pulled Alena, who was full of words, turned around, and left.
The man's strength was too strong and he clamped her hands, making her unable to move.
Alena struggled and said, "Waylon, you let me go, what are you doing?"
Someone who had overturned the jealousy did not pay attention to her request at all, and he held it harder, confining the person to his side.
Seeing that the situation was out of control, Alena was forced to follow Waylon to leave, so she hurriedly turned her head and nodded apologetically to Yves.
She invited the person to help, but in the end, he was accused of such innuendo by Waylon.
Yves didn't seem to care. He just blinked playfully when she looked back, and his expression was calm as usual.
The more he was like this, the more guilty Alena felt, but he couldn't resist Waylon's dominance and was dragged into the elevator by him.
Waylon was about to explode. This woman dared to do something wrong with other men in front of him. Could it be that he was dead for her?
The elevator went straight to the underground parking lot, and Waylon dragged Alena to the car.
During the period, no matter how Alena struggled, he turned a blind eye, and his anger was overwhelmed in his heart, and he had lost his former sanity.
He unlocked the door, pulled it open, and stuffed the woman inside. The action went smoothly.
Alena fell on the chair and met Waylon's red eyes as soon as she raised her head.
"Tell me, what were you doing with Yves just now?" Waylon's black eyes filled with monstrous anger, and his sharp jaw became harder.
But even so, Alena clearly felt this guy's protection for her.
He pushed her into the car just now. Although the action was rude, it didn't hurt her. He even reached out to cover her head to avoid the tragedy of hitting the roof of the car.