Chapter 193
Alena nodded and said: "Well, recently I have a cooperation with Eton Group. I am a bit busy, and I have to go to the company early."
"Then you go first." Darcy waved her hand without forgetting to remind her: "By the way, don't forget what I said to you yesterday. Let's go back today, so not to upset Mr. Gray."
Alena just twitched her mouth and smiled, how sad she looked at that smile.
When a person gets busy, time always went by very fast, and soon when it comes to the end of work, Alena sits in a chair and struggles.
Yesterday, she ran out because of her own anger. Wouldn't it be a shame to go back like this?
What if Waylon uttered something too much?
Countless questions circulated in her mind, until a sudden ringing brought her thoughts back.
Alena lowered her head to see that it was Bill.
She was a little surprised, Bill was not all right, and would take the initiative to call her. Since Bill contacted her, it should probably be Waylon's instruction.
Thinking of this, she was a little excited, and immediately connected the phone: "Hey, Bill."
"Miss Wright." Bill didn't directly address her? She was Waylon's wife, because Waylon never formally accepted the marriage relationship with Alena and acted as Waylon's personal assistant. Bill did not dare to change his words at will.
"Mr. Gray, let me ask you, are you going back to the villa today?" Bill said without blushing, but in fact, Waylon's original words were not so gentle.
Waylon said that if she doesn't come back today, then she can never come back.
But this is obviously an angry sentence, and Bill of course will not convey the original words, expressing the meaning in a more euphemistic way.
Alena was already confused. Since Waylon took the initiative to send someone to inquire, of course she would not carry it anymore. She quickly got up from the chair and walked out and said: "I will go back, I am already on the road now. I will be home later."
"Okay, be careful on the way." Bill respectfully hung up the phone, then turned and walked into Waylon's office: "Mr. Gray, Miss Wright said she will be back today."
The man sitting behind the desk still stared at the folder in front of him, but he didn't feel much emotion because of this sentence.
But the original document in his hand was very important, but it suddenly became unattractive, and he couldn't say a word.
In the quiet office, Waylon sat silently on the soft chair, eyes drooping, light and shadow on his face, no one knew what he was thinking.
Bill hesitated for a while, but hesitated to speak: "Mr. Gray, the person caught last night has already explained everything."
Hearing this, Waylon's expression moved, and a word was squeezed out between his teeth: "Huh?"
Bill took two steps forward with a strange expression: "According to the person's account, he was heading for Miss Harrington. It seems that he wanted to get in in the middle of the night because of love and hatred..."
Went in, then what?
Everyone is an adult, so these words don't have to be too clear.
The thought of someone under his nose trying to hurt the person he sheltered, Waylon's whole body exuded a deep chill.
He squinted his eyes and asked fiercely: "How long has this person pestered Darcy?"
"Probably... three or four days." Bill glanced at the boss's face secretly.
Darcy is the president's savior, and now some people dare to attack the president's savior.
"I see, you go down first." Waylon waved his hand, got up and walked to the window.
Darcy rescued him back then and gave him her most precious thing for the first time. He always wanted to find her and be responsible for her.
However, something changed.
He met Alena and fell in love with her.
Therefore, he was careful to let Darcy down. It was he who was sorry for her. Out of various considerations, he chose to alienate Darcy, in order to avoid causing trouble to her, even just secretly taking care of her.
Now Darcy is in danger, he can no longer ignore it, let alone stand by.
He can't be responsible for her anymore, then he is trying to make up for her from other aspects.
Bill walked two steps outward, suddenly remembering something, and suddenly turned around: "By the way, Mr. Gray, Miss Wright asked you to help her before. It should be related to Miss Darcy."
It's not Bill's talk, but intuition.
Waylon looked back, dark ink in his eyes.
Is it for... Darcy?
When Alena returned to the villa, Rhea immediately greeted her when she heard the movement: "Madam, you are back."
Alena nodded, and then secretly glanced in the direction of the second floor, "Is Waylon back?"
"Sir hasn't come back yet, but he told me to prepare meals, he should be back."
Upon hearing this, Alena breathed a sigh of relief and was a little nervous at the same time.
She doesn't know how Waylon would react when he came back to see her.
Skepticism? Or ridicule?
No matter what kind, Alena was a little scared.
Because of tension, she didn't even dare to stay longer in the living room, jogging all the way up the second floor and back to the master bedroom.
The villa is backed by the sea, Alena only needs to push the window to see the magnificent sea.
She leaned on the window sill, letting the sea breeze blow away her broken hair, and her whole body was immersed in her thoughts.
As a result, she didn't even notice when the door behind her was pushed open unknowingly.
Waylon stood a few steps away from her, looking at the woman whose most of her body was sticking out of the window, her brows wrung imperceptibly.
"You may fell, I have to take time to save you, come here quickly!"
The sudden scolding made Alena jump. The moment she turned hurriedly, her waist accidentally hit the edge of the window sill, and her face was pale with pain.
"Be careful..." Waylon pulled her back, clasped his hands on her shoulders, frowned slightly: "Does it hurt?"
People are like this. When no one cares about greetings, all the pain can be endured by themselves, but once someone greets them, pain will become worse.
Alena's eye sockets turned red all of a sudden, and there was an urge to sore her nose for a moment, her small face was all wrinkled together, and she looked like aggrieved: "It hurts, it hurts."
She took the initiative to show weakness, one nameless fire that had existed in Waylon's heart also dissipated a few minutes. He glared at her angrily: "Why have you been so careless? Don't you know how to take care of yourself?"
"You scared me..." Alena leaned against his chest, listening to Waylon's steady and powerful heartbeat, all the grievances during this period of time were gushing out.
Feeling a moist chest, Waylon looked down. The thin woman was helplessly clutching his sleeves, and the whole person looked pitiful and cute.