Chapter 125 Waylon Discovered the Truth
Waylon sneered and a monstrous storm surged in his deep eyes. He asked, "Is it really because you are inspired, or is your face swollen because of the peanuts? Huh?"
With a click, the ointment in Alena's hand fell on the table and was making a crisp sound.
She looked at herself in the mirror in panic. How did Waylon know that her face was swollen because of the allergy? Did he already know something?
The brief silence made Waylon even more angry. He clenched his fists tightly and creaked.
The elevator stopped on the 22nd floor. Waylon strode out and his gaze fell on the house number in front of him. There was a cold sarcasm flashing in his eyes as he said, "Amanda, open the door."
The familiar voice that could no longer be familiar suddenly sounded. Alena's face faded with a sigh and she became extremely pale. There was no other reason why Waylon would call her Amanda instead of Alena. He ran and called her Amanda! There was only one thought in Alena's mind.
It was over because he knew it already!
Outside the door, there was no movement except for the angry cry of the door but Alena knew very well that the heavy breathing from the other end of the phone indicated that Waylon had not left and was extremely angry now.
What to do? Now that Waylon knew her identity, she could not hide it any longer. Since Waylon came in person, he would not let her go without knowing the truth from her.
Alena struggled in pain for a while before she stiffly stood up and went to the door. She tremblingly stretched out her hand to open the door.
The moment the door was opened, her neck was strangled forcefully. Waylon pinched Alena fiercely, forcing her to keep backing. His strength was very heavy with a deep sense of anger and revenge.
Alena was almost unable to breathe and squeezed a few words from her throat with difficulty, "W-Waylon, you have t-to listen to me f-first!"
"Don't call my name!" Anger filled his chest as Waylon lost his senses. His eyes flushed with blood as he continued, "You are not qualified to call me or my name!"
Alena coughed painfully and her body kept moving backwards until her back touched the sofa. She thought that there was no way back.
Waylon pressed her body down and his dark eyes were no longer bright as before. What was only left was a serene coldness and he sarcastically asked, "Should I call you Alena or Amanda? Which do you prefer?!"
Being choked by an adult man, Alena only felt that her breath gradually became thinner and she instinctively pushed his body, "Waylon, you h-have to c-calm down first."
It was not what he thought. Would she not give her a chance to explain everything?
Alena could not tell but looked at him pleadingly but this time Waylon did not move and the strength in her hand did not relax.
He sneered, "Amanda, do you think you can easily fool me like this? That turning me around is particularly fun for you? Are you particularly proud to see that I like my enemy's daughter?"
Waylon smiled and the chill that radiated from his body turned this small room into a hell on earth.
"Amanda, when I'm very courteous to you, do you watch my moves and laugh at me silently? Huh?!"
Under Waylon's cold and indifferent gaze, Alena's pale face gradually turned red because of breathing difficulties. She shook her head with difficulty, as if to explain.
Her brain began to become dizzy due to lack of oxygen and Alena could even feel her heartbeat getting heavier and heavier that she could not say a word. The suffocation that was leading her to death enveloped her tightly. With the passage of time, the oxygen she could absorb became thinner and thinner, that her eyelids were involuntarily closing, as if they might never be able to open at any time.
The original agile and lively woman could only be swung like a broken doll but Waylon's hostility did not fade away.
He squeezed Alena's neck tightly. He was gnashing teeth as he said, "I cannot be deceived by others, but you are the bravest one to deceive me. You must die today!"
Waylon looked like a messenger from hell and Alena felt that she might really be dying that moment.
Her breathing disappeared a little bit and her body began to limp uncontrollably. Tears were already falling from the corners of her eyes. Alena looked at the man on her helplessly. Her lips moved but she could not make any sound.
She silently said in her heart, "Waylon, I really didn't mean to lie to you. In another life, I hope you can give me a chance to explain everything. I really didn't mean to do this to you."
Alena slowly closed her eyes and her hand that was holding Waylon's arm loosened weakly. It slipped to her side.
At this moment, the hand that had been confined to her neck suddenly loosened and Waylon slammed her away fiercely. Regaining freedom, Alena laid on the sofa and coughed violently. It took a long time before she raised her head to look at the man standing in front of him like a god of death.
Waylon's back was straightened and his eyes were fixed on her face, "Amanda, I don't want to see you again. It's best to never show up in front of me! Otherwise, I won't be so easy to you next time. I will let you go now but there will be no escape from me next time. Mark my words!"
He looked away in disgust. After that, he turned and left.
Alena stretched out her hand to keep in touch with him but only had time to touch a corner of his clothes. The door was slammed shut and he was completely shutting off her sight.
Alena fell back on the sofa feebly. Her face was as pale as paper. She hung her head and grabbed the sofa under her body.
She was the only one left in the whole room. The air was quiet and terrifying after the violent storm passed. In this quiet air, Alena suddenly smiled.
'Waylon, were you still reluctant to kill me?' She asked herself on her thoughts.
Waylon once promised her that no matter what happened, he would not hurt her so even if he was so angry that he had no reason, he did not really hurt her.
Alena knew in her heart that a cruel person like Waylon would never show mercy if he really wanted to kill her if there was nothing he dared to do.
She stood up hard as she reached out and touched her neck where there was still a slight pain. A wave of hope rose in her heart.
It was reasonable for Waylon to be angry. After all, anyone who had been concealed from something for so long would be angry, but he was still reluctant to really do excessive things to her.
Alena made a decision. She wanted to go to Waylon and explain everything to him in person. She believed that as long as Waylon saw her sincerity and genuity, he would definitely forgive her!
Early the next morning, Alena woke up.
She tossed and turned into the middle of the night last night and did not fall asleep in a daze until dawn. Now, she suddenly woke up and her sleepiness disappeared.
She immediately grabbed her phone under the pillow and it was empty without any messaged from anyone.
This had been expected but Alena did not care. She quickly searched for Waylon's phone number. She dialed out for a long time and no one answered. Until the last time ran out, it automatically hung up.