Chapter 185
Waylon's face was calm. There was no noticeable change in his aura, and he just faintly said, "What else?"
What else?
Alena was stunned. What happened during the past few days was simply a misunderstanding. Waylon didn't believe her first, and she did not want to apologize. Now that she had already apologized, what else did he want?
"I will endure-" When she raised her head again, a flattering smile appeared on her face. "Also, I shouldn't make you unhappy, and I should tell you in time when I encounter things like that so that the two of us won't misunderstand each other again."
Her attitude was so sincere that he couldn't say no.
Waylon glanced at her, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Eat. The food is getting cold."
He knocked on the plate and motioned Alena to sit.
When she saw that he smiled, the big rock that had been hanging in her heart finally fell. Alena pulled the chair and sat next to Waylon. She was holding a bowl in her hand, but it seemed like she was still a little absent-minded.
She did so much to allow Darcy to live in their house, but she still hadn't been able to say it until now.
The phone in her pocket began to vibrate again, and Alena looked at it quietly. It was a text message from Darcy.
Alena tried to say, "Well, I have to ask you for help."
Her voice was very soft, but it was enough for the man beside her to hear her.
Waylon's hand movement paused, and he raised his eyes to look at her. His eyes were getting colder.
The happiness and warmth he was feeling earlier were replaced by slight anger.
It turned out that she did all this with other intentions. Initially, he thought that Alena was sincere when she said sorry.
Waylon smiled sarcastically. He lost his appetite for the delicious food on the table in front of him suddenly.
Alena grabbed him. "Wait a minute. I haven't finished yet."
"Enough." Waylon turned around coldly, and he shook off Alena's hand. The smile in his mouth was cold and cruel. "No matter what you want to say, I won't agree."
There was no longer any pause in his footsteps.
Alena watched his decisive back, and her heart gradually sank to the bottom.
She was a little confused. Wasn't he okay just now?
Although Waylon hadn't talked much, she could feel that indifference. Had he returned to his old self?
Her phone rang, and Alena weakly answered the phone.
"Alena, what happened? When can I go there?" Darcy had everything packed, and she was just waiting for Alena's notice.
"Darcy." Alena suddenly felt a headache and stretched out her hand to rub her temples: "I may not be able to help you, Waylon disagrees."
"What?" Darcy screamed. Her gentle image burst instantly. "Didn't you promise me yesterday?"
"Yes, I promised you, but Waylon disagreed" Alena was a little helpless. She did everything that should be done and said what should be said, but Waylon did not allow her to speak.
"What do you mean?" Darcy was furious.
She knew that Alena did not regard her as a friend at all. Otherwise, how could her good friend stand by and watch if something like this happened to her good friend? Even when she asked repeatedly, she refused again and again!
"Darcy, don't worry, I'll think of other ways." Not wanting to disappoint the other party, Alena reluctantly spoke, although she felt that the possibility was remote.
"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news!" It seemed that she also realized that her tone was a bit much. Darcy relaxed a little, and she began to play emotional cards. "Alena, I only have you as a good friend. Save me."
"Okay." The phone was hung up. Alena's eyes fell on the table dish in front of her, and she looked up in the direction of the study on the second floor. She sighed deeply and felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.
On the other side, Darcy, who hadn't achieved her goal yet, was also a little anxious.
No way!
Alena was unreliable, so she must find another way.
Darcy squinted her eyes and remembered that there was another person who could help her. She immediately packed her things and went out.
Yves was sitting on the soft sofa, with a chess set in front of him. He was playing against himself.
When Darcy rushed in, he didn't even lift his head.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You came to me so soon. It seems to me that you really can't wait."
"Aren't you?" Darcy asked back and threw the bag aside. "Since our goals are the same, why are we bothering to mock each other?"
"You really-" Yves shook his head and laughed
He stood up and opened the refrigerator. "What do you want to drink?"
"Whatever!" Darcy didn't come here for a drink. She went straight to the point. "I was trying to get into Gray's villa recently, but Alena refused to let me go. She also found an excuse. What should I do with this matter?"
She recounted her strategy, including the self-directed and self-acted play.
Yves listened patiently, and a shallow smile appeared in his narrow eyes. "Finally, it's a bit of progress. This plan of killing two birds with one stone is perfect, but it's a pity that Alena doesn't seem to buy it very much."
"Don't mention her!" Darcy thought of what Alena said, and she became furious.
Darcy took the wine glass that Yves handed over, and she drank it.
"Don't worry." Yves smiled and waved to the corner.
Perion walked over immediately and respectfully said to Darcy. "Miss Darcy, if you don't mind, we will arrange for someone to do a scene, and you need to sacrifice a little bit."
After some discussion, Darcy nodded in agreement. "Okay!"
"Well, you need to find a way to get Alena out tomorrow, and then we will act according to plan!" Yves took a sip on his wine glass.
Perion walked over immediately and respectfully said to Darcy. "Miss Darcy, if you don't mind, we will arrange for someone to do a scene, and you need to sacrifice a little bit."
After some discussion, Darcy nodded in agreement. "Okay!"
"Well, you need to find a way to get Alena out tomorrow, and then we will act according to plan!" Yves took a sip on his wine glass.