Chapter 141 Come And Sit Down Beside Me
As if he had expected her to say this a long time ago, Waylon said unhurriedly, "I have sent someone to clear your luggage and hang it in the closet."
Alena didn't believe him. She opened the closet and looked at it. Who owned the clothes hanging in it?
"What else do I need? I'll get someone to buy it right away." Waylon smiled but moved closer to her, "Or, do you want me to wash your body?"
Alena's face became red, and even her round and small earlobes were flushed.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't want your help!" She reached out and pushed the man out, "Go out. I want to take a shower!"
Waylon held her hand and showed her a smirk, "Even if you don't want it, you have to."
"What do you want? I warn you not to mess around." Alena took two steps back vigilantly and pressed her body against the cold wall.
Waylon put one hand on the back of her head to prevent her from being knocked down, leaned over, and pressed his body against hers, "Guess what I am thinking."
His low and hoarse voice was sexy. Alena pursed her lips hard, "I."
Waylon blew in her ear, "Silly Alena, why are you so nervous? I just want to help you take a bath."
Alena blushed.
Waylon had reached out to touch the zipper on her waist, and Alena closed her eyes nervously.
Was that thing going to happen?
However, it did not happen, and a bath towel covered Alena's head.
"Your wound can't touch the water, so it's not convenient for you to take a bath alone." Waylon turned around and stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, "The person you saw just now is Miss Thompson. I will ask her to come up and help you."
When she heard this, Alena hurriedly tore off the bath towel on top of her head and said, "Then you were kidding me just now?"
This man made her so nervous!
Waylon's movements stopped. He turned around to look at her and said quietly, "Do you want me to do that? Huh?"
Alena became speechless.
She regretted what she said!
She angrily said, "Go out and close the door, thank you."
As he looked at the woman whose face was very red, Waylon didn't get annoyed. He threw the untied black-tie aside, "I'm going to the guest bedroom to wash. Call me if something happens."
Without looking back, Alena closed the bathroom door shut!
The water temperature in the shower was still a bit cold, so she stood first in front of the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror through a thick layer of mist.
Alena was nervous earlier. When Waylon leaned down and pressed his body against hers, she imagined what would happen next.
It was not that she was not nervous, but-
She seemed to be looking forward to that thing.
She was Startled by this flash of thought, and Alena patted her cheek in a hurry.
It was dangerous coming near Alena. When did she become so sexy?
Waylon moved quickly. It only took half a day to get acquainted with everything in this villa. After he took a shower, he saw that Miss Thompson was standing at the door nervously, "What's the matter?"
Waylon raised his eyebrows. Shouldn't she be taking care of Alena?
"Mr. Waylon," Miss Thompson said embarrassedly. "Mr. Waylon, Miss Alena, won't let me in."
His black eyes narrowed, and Waylon kept walking, "Well, okay."
As he passed by, his faint voice came, "You go down and prepare dinner first."
"Yes." Miss Thompson nodded her head and carefully stepped back.
He silently opened the bedroom door, and the slight sound of water became more apparent to him.
Waylon's gaze fell in the direction of the bathroom, and through the frosted glass, he could vaguely see a moving figure.
"Miss Thompson, is that you?" Alena thought that the person who came in was the housekeeper. She was not used to doing private things like bathing in front of others, so she casually found an excuse to send her away.
However, she had regretted it now. She came in too hurriedly, and she forgot to get a change of clothes. Would she have to go out naked?
There was a big malicious wolf nearby, so it would be better for her not to do such adventurous things.
She said through the door, "Miss Thompson, can you help me get a set of pajamas in the closet?"
When he heard this, Waylon paused and then turned around and came to the closet.
With a sound, the closet opened, and various styles of clothes came into his eyes.
He picked up a set of clothes and thought that it was reasonably satisfactory.
Without speaking, Waylon reached out and knocked twice on the frosted door.
Alena didn't expect it to be him at all, so she opened the door unguarded. Halfway through her words, she exclaimed, "Ah! why are you here?"
The panicked Alena was about to back away, but Waylon grabbed her.
"What are you running away?" Her skin was so soft because she just finished shower. When Waylon felt the softness under his palm, the man's tight jaw eased at speed visible to the naked eye.
"Give me the clothes, and go out," Alena said hastily.
Across the hazy mist, Waylon couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but he could hear a trace of embarrassment from her trembling voice.
He smiled and teased her deliberately, "Do you need my help?"
"No!" Alena immediately refused and wrapped her bath towel tightly on her body.
"All right." Waylon shook his head regretfully and put her pajamas aside. He turned and walked out.
It was not that he was a person who was easily persuaded, but if Alena caught a cold at this time, it would be very troublesome.
As the man left, the invisible pressure in the air suddenly disappeared.
Alena was greatly relieved, and she quickly put on her pajamas.
Waylon didn't go very far, and he sat down on the sofa casually.
When Alena came out, she saw his perfect profile at a glance. Perhaps it was because he had just finished taking a shower that his angular face was a little softer than usual.
Waylon only wore a bathrobe. He looked a little more human when he took off his suit. The hair on his forehead and a few undried dewdrops glowed under the warm yellow light.
"Come here." The person who spoke first was Waylon. He stretched out his hand towards the somewhat dazed woman, "Come and sit down beside me."