Chapter 166
"Fortunately, there is no real problem, I will hang up first." After speaking, Darcy didn't give Alena a chance to talk again, she cut off the call and threw the phone aside.
Alena had little chance of seeing Waylon in private since she could not go to Gray's house. Although they were both working in the same company, Waylon has his own exclusive elevator for entering and exiting the building. Their opportunities of being together were very limited.
Alena stunned blankly, then she sighed.
One afternoon, Waylon just walked out of the bathroom and looked at Alena, "What's the matter? What are you thinking right now? Who made you unhappy?"
After taking shower, Waylon wrapped his lower body with a thin bath towel. His hair was still wet. He looked so tempting and hot.
Alena blushed instantly. She felt a little uncomfortable. She said "You, you..." Alena could not say her words properly because of shame.
Waylon looked at her amusedly. He walked over and put his arms around Alena. Waylon whispered in Alena's ear, "What's wrong with me?"
Waylon tempted Alena continuously. His hot breath sprayed on Alena's earlobe. Alena's heart trembled. She flustered visibly on her face.
Alena tried her best to maintain her composure. She kept her distance from Waylon as far as possible, then she said, "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, Darcy wouldn't be angry with me."
Waylon didn't care. Darcy's words were not worth remembering for him. Waylon's eyes fell on Alena's blushing cheeks. Then he said, "How about with me? Are you not afraid of me getting angry?"
Waylon's voice seemed to be bewitching Alena. He was so inviting and Alena found him so indulging.
Alena always thought that Waylon's voice was sexy. She could not resist hearing Waylon's voice.
Alena coughed twice, and squeezed the quilt she was holding. She said in a low voice, "Can you still be angry with this kind of sweetness you are showing me right now?"
"Why not?" Waylon still carried the fragrance of shower gel. He held Alena's back waist with his one hand. And with the other, he lifts her chin. His eyes were so mysterious.
Waylon lowered his head slightly. He kissed the skin of Alena from her neck down to her shoulder. Waylon licked the skin pleasingly, and said, "As long as it is about you, I will care."
Their love story was extremely seductive. Alena looked up at Waylon. Their eyes had met. They both knew that they only have each other and they would not want to resist.
Waylon was busy at that time, but he still made time to accompany Alena. He tried his best to take care of Alena's emotions. The two of them were both on fire and they could not resist.
However, they knew that it was not the right time to make love. Their sweet moment was over. After a lingering moment, Waylon stood up, a little bit reluctant but helpless.
"There are still many things to deal with in the company. I need to go back to work. I won't be back at noon, but I will dine with you in the evening." Waylon excused.
"Okay, be careful when driving on the road." Alena wished Waylon good luck. She didn't demand Waylon for extra time to be with her more.
Watching him leave, Alena slowly retracted her gaze. She looked down at her watch, and it was less than nine o'clock.
Country M has separated from City A hundreds of kilometers. Travel time was about 12 hours. Waylon expected that his father was yet asleep at that moment, so he did not phone up his father anymore.
Waylon was really busy. He took full control of the whole Monarch International Group. All decisions and plans have to be relayed to him first before any executions. A slight mistake will cause the ruin of everything.
Even Bill was busy, he was ordered to get lunch from a nearby hotel. He just took a few bites and went back to work.
The whole Monarch International Group was busy until the sun gradually set down. Waylon finally put down his pen and leaned back on the soft chair. He was so tired.
Bill just waited quietly for Waylon. He didn't bother or walk far away from Waylon's office. In this way, if Waylon needed anything, Bill could easily provide it as soon as possible.
"Let's go." Waylon's voice was a little hoarse. He stood up. His long legs started to move away from the office and walked out.
Bill picked up Waylon's jacket that he had left on the back of his chair and quickly followed his boss.
After getting off from work, the rigorous and modest Monarch International Group also became a bit noisier. The whole place seemed to be busier as the day came to a close.
Darcy, dressed in black professional attire, was mixed in. She was carrying a bag worth 60,000, and people around her looked enviously about her.
Darcy turned a blind eye. Her eyes were tightly locked on Waylon's exclusive elevator until she saw that someone was about to go out of the elevator. Darcy sighed.
Finally, Darcy met Waylon who just got off from work. She saw it as an opportunity to talk to Waylon personally. Darcy always wanted this to happen.
Darcy walked towards Waylon. Her high heels made a noise as she walked closer. Darcy galloped all the way to the exit of the underground parking lot.
There were also plenty of people around. Even the parking was crowded with people getting their own cars.
The silver Lamborghini drew out a flow and appeared in front of everyone. Darcy abruptly stopped the car by going in front of it. Bill sharply stepped on the brake. That sudden stop made Waylon, who was sitting in the back seat, trip forward because of inertia. He almost hit the back of the front seat.
Waylon asked coldly, "What's the matter?"
Bill craned his neck and looked down, he was a little surprised, "General Gray, is it Darcy Harrington."
Hearing the name, Waylon's heart beat faster. He subconsciously opened the car door and walked down. He wanted to see if Darcy was injured.
Darcy sat down on the ground, in order for the accident to look more realistic. In desperation to see Waylon, Darcy acted like she was in pain so as to get Waylon's attention.
Looking at Darcy, Waylon's heart seemed to be stung. He immediately asked, "Were you hurt. Please tell me?"
Darcy raised her head pretending to be in pain, "Mr. Gray?"
Seeing the concerned looks of Waylon, Darcy stood up quickly, as if she just woke up from a dream. Her feet were staggering. She walked towards Waylon.
Waylon did not think twice. His instinct told him to reach out and grab Darcy's hands.
Darcy half leaned against Waylon's arms, patted her chest, and said, "I think I got a sprain. I think my left foot got broken. Thank you, Mr. Gray, for helping me stand. Please help me walk."
Waylon looked at the legs under Darcy's skirt. Darcy's legs seemed to be hurt with their swollen part and scratches.