Chapter 162
Darcy did not go back to her apartment directly after leaving the villa, but she went straight to a five-star hotel where Yves was.
She didn't make an appointment in advance, and she called Yves only after she got downstairs.
Soon, Yves came down to pick her up.
Yves casually added ice cubes to the red wine glass, and the faint coldness of his aura made the whole room feel cold.
Darcy walked in. The fire in her heart weakened a bit, but she was still angry and said, "Mr. Yves, you promised me to help me, but after so long, I haven't seen you do anything."
"Are you anxious?" Yves didn't lift his head. He put the clip aside and picked up the wine glass full of ice cubes. He shook it, and it made a slight clashing sound.
She stepped forward and asked with a face full of questions. "What did you say? You stopped me at the beginning, and you promised to help me. But now, Alena and Waylon's feelings for each other are getting better and better."
Yves smiled. He took a sip from the cup and let out a satisfied sigh. "This wine is good. Perion, next time remember to adjust it according to the method I taught you."
Perion nodded respectfully, "Yes, Sir."
Ignored by Yves, Darcy was almost furious. Her voice increased a little, and she angrily said, "Did you listen to what I said? Are you still in the mood to taste wine here?"
"So?" Yves put down the wine glass, and he glanced at her with a smile, "Is it useful for me to get angry like you? You need to use your brain to do things, not just impulse."
Although his words were cryptic, the irony was undeniable.
Darcy's face flushed with sorrow, and the anger that had just diminished became vigorous again.
"Yves, we are in a cooperative relationship. You don't need to show off in front of me!" She lost her reason. She even called Yves by name. It was only when he looked at her coldly that she was shocked.
Cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
Yves was too lazy to care about her. He sneered, "If you have a plan, you don't need to come here to find me."
"You!" Darcy gasped non-stop. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and her anger seemed likely to explode at any time.
"Sit down and say something." Yves retook a glass, poured a whole glass of red wine, and handed it to her.
Darcy felt better now, and she sat down on the sofa. "I don't care. I can't wait that long. I'm going to tell Waylon now that I am his savior, and he must repay me!"
Yves sneered. "Should I say you are stupid, or you are just naive? If I remember correctly, I told you very clearly last time that you will not only not get him, but you will also lose him."
Why didn't Darcy know this? If he hadn't given her a warning, it would not have been good for her.
It was not that she had never thought of forbearance, nor had she never thought about waiting for the perfect moment. But all her plans were destroyed when she saw Alena and Waylon's affection for each other. Her anger and jealousy were about to make her lose her mind. She was close to becoming a puppet, a puppet dominated by desire.
Also, when she tried to show it to him, Waylon didn't react at all.
That was why she came to Yves.
She wanted to let him analyze the situation, and she wanted him to think of a solution for her.
Darcy suppressed the anger in her heart, and she calmly said, "Waylon's feelings for Alena are getting deeper and deeper. We need to act now!"
This was what she worries about the most. The two of them were now living together under the same roof. If things went on like this, they would be able to cultivate feelings for each other.
Also, she felt jealous when she saw Waylon being so gentle and careful to Alena.
"Idiot, do you think that you can get what you want by taking out the ring now?" Yves looked at her coldly, and there was a solemn coldness in his eyes. "If you want to be Waylon's woman, then don't act rashly."
Implied threats ultimately ignited the anger in Darcy's heart. She stood up awkwardly, and her beautiful skirt swept the glass of water in front of her to the ground. With a crisp sound, it fell to pieces.
She roared angrily, "You always say that. Do you want to give me a reasonable reason?"
Yves squinted his eyes. He was too lazy to continue talking with an idiotic person. "Anyway, you must do what I say!"
"You!" She should have thought of it. This guy would not be able to help him sincerely.
From the beginning to the present, he had been perfunctory. His purpose was to drag her and prevent her from taking out the ring.
As she thought of this, Darcy lost all her patience.
"Since you can't come up with a reason to convince me, then I will do what I want!" She snorted coldly and left.
Yves replied, "If you don't listen to me, you will regret it sooner or later!"
"That's my business. It has nothing to do with you!" Darcy kept walking
She then slammed the door and left.
After a while, Perion, who had been silent for a while, said, "Do you need me to stop her?"
"No need." Yves smiled sarcastically. "When her plan fails, she will know who is right. At that time, she will be truly obedient."
"But." Perion still hesitated. "Waylon and Ms. Alena are in such a good relationship now. Even if Darcy comes to bother them, she won't have much effect. Isn't it a waste of such a good bargaining chip?"
"You can see things that this stupid woman can't think of. Why should I waste my tongue?" Yves didn't care. In his plan, Darcy was just a trivial pawn, and she was not significant. Although he had to admit that her coming had a specific impact, it would not influence the overall situation.
"But don't you still want to use Darcy to provoke Waylon?" Perion.
This point was not within Yves's plan. He smiled with inexplicable confidence and certainty. "She will come back to beg me, even if it is not now, it will not be far in the future."