Chapter 115 You Are Missing Me
Waylon was not there, and she didn't know when he will come back. The courage that Alena had finally accumulated disappeared bit by bit in the quiet air.
It was getting late when she came out of the Monarch Group, and Alena, who was disappointed, returned to the apartment with great heart.
At the same time...
Waylon, who was on the other side of the Atlantic, was finishing a video conference.
The quiet presidential suite was filled with golden sunsets. Waylon walked to the wine cabinet and poured for himself a glass of wine. He walked slowly to the huge French window and quietly looked at the scenery outside.
The abrupt cell phone ringing rang, and he glanced lightly. "What's the matter?"
The person on the other end of the call didn't know what was said, and a smile gradually appeared in Waylon's silent black eyes.
"Well, I got it."
After hanging up the phone, Waylon bended the corners of his mouth happily, and gracefully lifted the wine glass to take a sip. The afterglow of the setting sun hit him, fainting in circles.
He was playing with the cell phone in his palm, digging out the phone book to find Alena's name, and he felt extremely warm just seeing the woman's name.
After answering the phone, he asked, "What are you doing?"
Alena was sleeping, until a low and dull voice came, and she woke up from the confusion.
She answered the phone and whispered, "Waylon?"
Listening to the whispers in his ear, Waylon could almost imagine Alena's ignorant look at this moment.
After half an earth and a few hours of jet lag, she should have fallen asleep.
Waylon smiled, his voice softly messed up, "It's me, did it bother you?"
Alena had been tossing around for a long time and hadn't fallen asleep. When she received the call, she was half asleep and half awake.
"No... I'm not asleep yet." She pulled the thin blanket on her body. The air conditioner temperature was a little low, and her body was a little bit cold. She asked, "I heard Assistant Maxwell say that you are on a business trip?"
Waylon nodded and said, "Well, did you go to the company today to find me?"
Waylon would know that she had been to the Monarch Group, and Alena was not surprised at all.
She wanted to tell Waylon that she was Amanda Quinston.
It's just that, she wanted to say it face-to-face, because it is easy to cause more misunderstandings through the phone.
So, after hesitating for a moment, she decided to wait for Waylon to come back, and then she said, "It's nothing, but I happened to pass by so I went to see you, but you were not there."
"Alena." Waylon called out in a low voice, with faint smiles in his starry eyes. He then asked, "You, do you miss me?"
The man's low voice was magnetic and sexy, and Alena's face flushed immediately. "Who misses you? That's narcissism."
"Really?" A slow smile overflowed from his throat. Waylon picked up the wine glass and shook it. The scarlet liquid rippled in the transparent goblet. "But, I miss you. Alena, you What should I do?"
Perhaps the blanket was too tightly wrapped, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose. Alena blushed and quietly let out a sigh of relief. "Spontaneous words, sweet hearted swords... I don't believe it."
Because she was too nervous, the ending sound was a little trembling.
Waylon's smile grew thicker, saying that not seeing each other in a day was like three autumns, and he had been thinking about her all the time during the past few days.
His sword brows frowned, and a hint of murder flashed in his dark eyes. "The branch office is a bit tricky. I can't go back for the time being."
"Ah, is it troublesome?" Alena asked.
Waylon sat down on the sofa and put the cup on the table with one hand on his forehead. "No, it's just more complicated."
After a pause, he said with some regret, "Maybe there is no way to rush back before the company celebration. I can only take you back to see my father next time."
Alena was taken aback for a moment, then lifted the blanket and sat up on the bed. "You can't come back?"
Seeing her so excited, Waylon thought she was angry, and coaxed with good words, "It happened suddenly, and I didn't expect it to be like this. I will compensate you when I go back."
Alena also recovered, and her first reaction was she was surprised.
What a surprise!
If Waylon doesn't come back, had she escaped?
To confess to Waylon that she is Amanda Quinston in business, but if she is more prepared, it was best to be foolproof.
So, she smiled and said, "It's okay, work is important. If you can't come back, forget it."
She was so happy. When Waylon was not back for the 100th anniversary, she could accompany Gray's father to attend the event openly, so as not to disappoint Gray's father.
She answered so readily, but Waylon was unhappy. "Why do I feel that I can't come back, you seem to be very excited?"
"How can..." Fearing that he would see the clues, Alena immediately explained, "As the president of the Monarch Group, you must have a lot of things to be busy with, and it is difficult to explain to other shareholders if such a big event has happened in the company. I'm not hoping you can settle the matter sooner, so as not to fall into the hands of others."
Waylon still didn't buy it. "So, you still want me to thank you for your tolerance?"
Hearing the danger in the man's tone, Alena decisively recognized her counsel, and said in a wrong way, "No, if you can choose, I also want you to come back soon."
"Really?" Waylon snorted coldly, "Some people want me not to come back, but would they still want me to come back?"
Alena pretended to be stupid. "Nonsense, is there such a person? Tell me who it is, and I will teach him a lesson for you immediately."
Waylon sneered and asked instead, "Don't you know?"
Alena pretended to be a fool, "I don't know, should I know?"
Waylon was too lazy to play the cat-and-mouse game with her again, squinting coldly with a deep tone, "I want to hear the truth, do you miss me? Huh?"
The last word with a strong warning sign, Alena acknowledged it, so she slumped her head and said weakly, "Yes..."
This sentence was sincere.
"That's good." Someone heard the answer he wanted to hear, and picked up his own self-cultivation again. "Wait for a while, I will go back immediately after I deal with the things here, and wait for me at home obediently."
"Well, you have to pay more attention to your body, and don't be too tired." Alena was not a little girl who knew nothing. As Waylon needed to deal with things personally, it was not easy to go, and she learned it from Waylon. There was also a trace of exhaustion in his voice, and it was not easy for him to spend this period of time.
The woman's gentle instructions flicked across Waylon's heart like a feather. The haze under his eyes was condensed, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Okay, so do you."
The matter has dragged on for long enough, even if it was for Alena, she had to solve it as soon as possible.
After hanging up the phone, Alena threw the phone aside, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Waylon couldn't come back, and her crisis was temporarily lifted.
But when should she confess that she is Amanda?