Chapter 211
Darcy smiled charmingly: "It's hard for you to come up with such a plan, now Waylon will never want to get rid of me."
Yves was evasive, putting his hands in his pockets, squinting at Waylon who had fallen asleep, his eyes were cold.
'Waylon, don't blame me, blame yourself for knowing Alena.'
"Let's go, be careful of the long nights and dreams." Darcy nodded, and immediately helped Waylon into the business car that had been prepared that morning.
Yves stood watching and said quietly: "Next, I think you should know how to do it?"
"Don't worry, you will never be disappointed." Darcy hooked her lips. She finally hoped to that day, she will firmly seize this opportunity and will never allow anyone to sabotage or let herself miss it.
The car drove to a corner with no one, Yves stood there and watched silently for a while, then smiled badly.
Perion came over from behind, with his head hanging low, his attitude remained respectful: "Master, are you not afraid that Mr. Gray will know the truth in the future?"
Yves took out a cigarette and lit it again. Since deciding to deal with Alena, his addiction to cigarettes has become more and more serious, and he has even gradually developed dependence.
Slowly exhaling a breath of smoke, Yves said casually: "In this world, if you want to get what you dream of, you always have to pay some price."
He flicked the cigarette at his fingertips, and the white ash drifted away with the wind: "Besides, I won't let him know that day."
Perion understood Yves's determination, but it was precisely because he understood that he was more worried.
Waylon is not a provocative master. If you let him know that everything that happened that day is a trap designed by Yves for him, then Waylon will definitely usher in even more frantic revenge and blows.
Yves smiled and said faintly: "Let's go, it's time for us to meet Missy."
The word Missy, he gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, but soon calmed down again, as if nothing had ever happened.
Perion once again looked in the direction where Darcy had left, and finally realized that there is no turning back.
On the other side, Darcy holds the steering wheel in one hand and observes the man lying in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time.
Waylon's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and even in his drowsiness he seemed very painful, seeming to endure a great pain.
However, Darcy's eyes not only have no concern, but more satisfaction.
Yes, she is satisfied.
Satisfied with what happened today, but also satisfied with the result now.
As long as Waylon wakes up, then her position as a life-saver will be stabilized, and if Waylon's weakness is grasped, are you afraid that he will not subdue?
With her fingers tapping the steering wheel happily, Darcy took Waylon all the way to remote places.
Since she wants to make this kindness true, she certainly wants Waylon to feel good about her. Only when he is in danger, can she save him from danger, so that he can remember that the person who came forward desperately at the moment of crisis is her, Darcy.
From the beginning, Darcy had no plans to send Waylon back to the villa.
If Waylon is sent back to the villa and there are servants and Alena taking care of him, what else will happen to her?
What she wants is that Waylon will be taken good care of her while he is recuperating, and it is best to be in love with him for a long time.
After more than half an hour of bumps, the commercial vehicle finally stopped in a small town on the outskirts of the city.
This is the old house of Darcy's family. Since they moved to the city, they almost never returned.
However, after discussing the plan with Yves, Darcy had already secretly returned to clean the house. Although the house was a bit old, it was not crushed.
Waylon just opened his eyes at that time. Darcy helped him get out of the car and put on the face of a concerned person: "Mr. Gray, how are you feeling now? Are you better?"
With his left arm already dislocated, Waylon leaned on Darcy for most of his body, and reluctantly replied, "It hurts a bit, but it can be tolerated."
"That's good." Darcy nodded and said while supporting him to walk inside: "The situation outside is unknown. It's better for Mr. Gray not to show up at will. I'll take you here for a rest first."
Hearing this, Waylon did not object, but glanced around, frowning suspiciously, "Where is this place?"
"This is my home." Darcy replied.
While they were talking, the two had already walked into the living room.
Darcy helped him sit down: "Mr. Gray, don't worry, this is the old house where our family lived before. No bad guys will ever look for it. It's safe."
Probably he was very tired, or because of his trust in Darcy, Waylon didn't say anything, just panting slightly. Obviously, the injuries on his body made him a little overwhelmed.
"Mr. Gray, wait for me here." Darcy was about to stand up as she said, but her arm was grabbed.
Waylon reluctantly raised his head and looked at her, with a low voice: "Where are you going? Don't leave yet..."
Darcy was taken aback, and then a burst of joy filled her heart. She endured it so that she would not laugh and patted his hand comfortingly: "I'm not going, I'm just going to find something to help you clean up. Something for the wound."
After hearing this, Waylon gently let go of her, and seemed to be worried and exhorted: "Come back fast."
"Well, I know." Darcy was overjoyed. Waylon had already trusted her and saw everything she did today and it was not in vain.
Although the town is small, there are many things it should have.
Darcy went to the town's health clinic and invited an orthopedic doctor to take care of the bones of Waylon, and bought some gauze, cotton balls, medical alcohol and the like. It has been three hours after she was busy.
In fact, there is no need for Darcy to buy these things in person. With a word from her, Yves can arrange everything in advance.
However, she just wants to do it herself, the purpose is to let Waylon sees her well.
Sure enough, after the doctor left, Waylon stared at her deeply and said, "Miss Harrington, thank you."
It could be seen that Darcy was very excited about Waylon's trust in her at that time.
Her face flushed with excitement. She lowered her eyebrows and said, "Mr. Gray, don't be so polite with me. You should be taken care of."
She tidied everything on the table and poured a glass of warm water herself for Waylon: "Mr. Gray, the doctor explained just now that you can't move around for the time being. Take a rest here and I'll prepare some food."
Just now in the alley, Waylon was beaten by an iron rod several times, especially when he reached out to catch the iron rod, there was a wound on his right hand, and the impact of the iron rod had long opened the wound.