Chapter 219
Darcy Harrington narrowed her eyes coldly. If she knew who was behind the scenes, she would not let this person go.
Alena Wright pursed her lips but said nothing.
She had promised Yves Kelly that she would not tell others what he said, so she could only keep silent.
"No one, don't ask. I'm just thinking about it by myself." After a few seconds of silence, Alena Wright had to find an excuse, preferring to take the blame.
Darcy Harrington almost laughed angrily, "Alena Wright, can I still not know you? Someone must be talking nonsense in front of you. Otherwise, you won't be so crazy."
She put on the appearance that I understand you, which made Alena Wright feel guilty.
Darcy Harrington refused to give up and said, "Let's talk about it. Who is that person? I have to ask him carefully. What is his peace of mind?"
"Don't ask!" Alena Wright bit her lip. Her frown revealed her nervousness, "Darcy Harrington, tell me, did Waylon Gray go abroad?"
This question stopped Darcy Harrington. She thought Alena Wright had not dared to doubt after she made her first slam dunk just now. She didn't expect that she was still thinking about this question.
It seems that perfunctory is irrelevant.
Thinking of this, Darcy Harrington rolled her eyes and thought of an excuse, "If you don't believe me, you can call and ask Mr. Gray. I think you will know the answer."
The reason she dared to say this was because she had long lost Waylon Gray's cell phone. Even if Alena Wright called him 10,000 times, she would never find Waylon Gray's person.
Alena Wright seemed to be persuaded and was silent for a while before nodding, "I know."
However, there was always faint anxiety in her heart. She couldn't help but said, "Darcy Harrington, where are you now? When will you come back?"
Darcy Harrington sneered. Alena Wright was so anxious to confirm her whereabouts that she did not believe her.
It's just a pity that she had already prepared everything.
"My parents and I lived in the house where I used to live. You see, I'm cutting the fruit in the kitchen." As she said, she took a picture and sent it.
Alena Wright clicked to see that it was indeed the place where Darcy Harrington lived when she was a child.
She has been to Darcy Harrington's house many times before and is no stranger to the structure of their home. Everything in the photo is the same as in the memory.
Everything is seamless. No flaws can be found perfectly.
In Darcy Harrington's smug smile, Alena Wright finally had nothing to say. She asked, "Send hello to uncle and aunt. When I come back, I will go to see the uncle and aunt."
"Don't worry. My parents will know your filial piety." Darcy Harrington sneered in her heart, with hatred from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
"Okay, then I'll hang up first." Alena Wright was finally relieved.
Darcy Harrington also completely tore off the disguise when the phone was hung up, threw the phone aside, and walked towards the master bedroom with the cut fruits.
"Mr. Gray, are you asleep?" Darcy Harrington knocked gently on the door. It didn't take long before he heard footsteps walking towards the door.
After a while, the door of the room was opened. In a black shirt, Waylon Gray walked out and asked, "What's the matter?"
Darcy Harrington's gaze swept across his spreading neckline, smiled, and passed the fruit plate up, "It's so hot, let's eat some fruit."
Waylon Gray glanced at her, did not refuse, and stepped aside, "Come in."
Darcy Harrington hooked the corner of her mouth with satisfaction. Darcy Harrington walked in and put the fruit plate on the table, "The watermelon has not been iced. I think your wound has not recovered. You can't eat it too cold."
Waylon Gray was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she had even considered this kind of detail, and it was inevitable that the favor would touch her.
"Well, thank you."
Darcy Harrington chuckled and laughed. She looked a little cute.
"What's the matter? What are you laughing at?" Waylon Gray was a little dazed by the laugh. Did he say something wrong?
Darcy Harrington walked to him and stood still. Her gaze calmly Waylon Gray, "You are always so polite with me. You will make me think we are not friends yet."
Waylon Gray was shocked, but he did not carefully divide the relationship between them.
But it's good to be friends. With clear boundaries, it's good not to be a couple and to be friends.
Waylon Gray, "I didn't expect this, then I won't be polite to you."
"That's right. Otherwise, it seems to be more insightful." Darcy Harrington smiled. The corner of her eyes glanced at the clothes thrown on the sofa.
It was too late when Waylon Gray wanted to stop. Darcy Harrington picked up the clothes and looked back at him, "Is this the clothes you changed? I'll wash them for you."
Although he could treat Darcy Harrington as a friend, it was still too close to let her wash his clothes.
So he immediately stopped, "No need. It's dirty. Throw it away."
"Wow, are you such a waste?" Darcy Harrington tilted her head and smiled.
Her frank and straightforward appearance made Waylon Gray look a bit too caressing.
With one hand in his pocket, he shrugged indifferently, "I just don't want you to do this kind of thing."
Something similar to protection made Darcy Harrington feel a little tempted. She couldn't help but want to test it. She was afraid that she might startle the snake. She deliberately said in a joking tone, "Are you feeling sorry for me?"
The distance between the two people was very close. Darcy Harrington wanted to touch Waylon Gray intentionally or unintentionally. The corner of his clothes crossed the back of his hand. Waylon Gray was startled and suddenly regained consciousness.
"You overthink. Just let the servants do this kind of thing." Waylon Gray gave her a faint look, and his expression was a bit complicated, "I owe you a kindness, and I will repay you no matter what happens in the future. So you don't need to do this kind of thing either."
Darcy Harrington is brilliant, and she immediately heard that Waylon Gray's words meant a dividing line. She stepped forward unwillingly and looked up at him, "You always say that you will repay me. Is it all right?"
When she asked this sentence, Darcy Harrington cried wildly in her heart.
But to her disappointment, almost at the same time as she approached. Waylon Gray took a step back, her angular character revealing a bit of indifference and alienation, "I will do everything I can for you but nothing more than that."
"Is it just like this?" Darcy Harrington was not reconciled, biting her lower lip, looking like weeping.
Waylon Gray looked at her. A touch of complexity flashed in his eyes, but there were no other emotions.
"Darcy Harrington, whether it was five years ago or today, I am very grateful that you saved me. If you have any needs in the future, as long as you speak up, I will not refuse."