Chapter 231
"Huh? What's wrong?" Puzzled, he asked. Before coming, Darcy thought about the rhetoric scenarios countless times and didn't hesitate with her words. "I think a lot of things happened recently and my mood is affected. I know this may sound petty but I become very depressed. What do you think about going to a nearby city?"
She didn't directly say that they should go together just to retain the last trace of self-esteem. Anyway, she already said this and with Waylon's quick wit, he should have understood what she meant.
However, never did she expect that Waylon immediately shook his head in refusal. "No way."
"Why?" Darcy asked unwillingly as her voice raised a little out of control.
Waylon didn't take it to heart. Instead, he walked forward and looked at her straight in the eye. "Your body isn't on its best yet, so it's not suitable for you to walk around."
"I'm fine." Darcy retorted.
Waylon turned his head and glanced at her. "But I don't have time."
Just a few simple words made Darcy's footsteps stay in place and could no longer move forward. What he meant by this is that he didn't want to travel with her. There is no other reason. It's just simply because he doesn't want to.
Suddenly, she felt that Waylon's calm and indifferent eyes were like a slap and he slammed it on her face, making her couldn't help but feel a bit fiery pain. After all, she is still passionate about herself, whether it was before or now, Waylon didn't mean anything to her at all.
The sound of his footsteps faded away and the door of the study room was closed as if separating two worlds.
Frozen, she stood silently on the spot and the expression on her face constantly changed, sometimes hideous and terrifying, and sometimes unwilling. She gritted her teeth fiercely as forcibly swallowed the tears back to suppress her enraged emotion.
'Don't cry, there are still so many things you need to do. How can you just give up like this?' Chastising herself, Darcy felt the need to encourage her heart. The more indifferent and unwilling Waylon is towards her, the more determined she gets. Her ultimate goal is to get Waylon by hook or by crook.
After a while, Darcy returned to her room. She sat on the sofa in silence and began to meditate on countermeasures, but she didn't think of a good way.
It was until Alena's voice came downstairs when her eyes instantly lit up. Soon, a thought flashed through her mind making her smirk in satisfaction. Since Waylon didn't agree to travel with her, she would let Alena speak. If Waylon disagrees, although she will be disappointed, it also proves that Alena is nothing special in Waylon's heart. On the other hand, if Waylon agrees, it would be best for her.
After a busy day of work, Alena returned to the villa. Physically and mentally exhausted, these days was almost a low point in her life. The only good news is that the game went smoothly that somewhat comforted her troubled heart. Her design works go all the way through the finals and continue to achieve good results.
"Alena." Darcy stood at the top of the stairs and spoke immediately when she saw her coming up.
"Darcy, what's the matter?" Alena asked strangely.
"I have something to tell you." She pulled her up while pushing Alena into the bedroom.
"What's wrong?" Alena was confused, wondering what trick Darcy was playing.
"You sit down first, I have a very serious matter to discuss with you." Darcy said solemnly.
"What's the matter?" Alena's extremely tired. With one hand supporting her forehead, her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes but she gave a casual attitude for no reason.
Seeing Alena being so perfunctory, Darcy was so mad that she almost turned around and left. But for her own purposes, she had to urge herself and forcibly endure it.
She smiled and said hypocritically. "You ask me yesterday how to repair the relationship with Waylon, right? I thought of a very good idea."
Upon hearing this, Alena suddenly became energetic and all her exhaustion seemed to be swept away in an instant. Sitting upright, she looked at Darcy eagerly. "What's the idea? Tell me quickly."
The more eager she is, the more disdain attacked Darcy's heart. But then, it's just this time and Darcy doesn't bother to care about it.
"The two of you have been staying at home, bothered by the chores of your life. The romance in your heart has long been wiped out. If things go on like this, your relationship will become weaker and weaker. I think you should take the initiative and ask Waylon to go out for a vacation. Go. Put everything down and enjoy the romantic time."
"But..." Alena frowned in bewilderment. It sounded good, but the most important point is would Waylon agree?
Seeing her hesitance, Darcy immediately continued in persuading her. "Think about it when the time comes. The romantic seaside coupled with the beautiful candles, you and Waylon are walking side by side on the beach, and the sea sprays waves under your feet, it is simply a beautiful scene."
Darcy's voice seemed to carry a kind of magic. Under her description, Alena could even see the blue sky and white clouds, the sun was setting, and the atmosphere is quiet.
"This is a good idea but Waylon would agree to it?" Alena was a little uncertain. According to the attitude that Waylon shows to her now, the possibility of agreeing to travel with her is slim.
"First of all, don't think about whether he will agree or not. You have to take the first step." Darcy unwillingly encourages from the side. "How do you say something like that? If you take the initiative, you'll leave a good impression on him. Don't you think there will be a story for you if you don't take the initiative?"
Alena has shaken a long time ago and was relieved by Darcy's repeated persuasion. She pursed her lips and nodded. "Well, I'll try it."
"Let's go!" Darcy pushed her with a smile, seemingly bright and satisfied. However, the smile on her face became extremely cold when no one saw her. She badly wanted to see if Waylon would agree to Alena.
The door of the study was closed tightly and Alena stood at the door for a while but she didn't dare to raise her hand.
Waylon's gaze fell on a dark shadow on the ground. It was obvious that someone was standing there but never came in. Without thinking about it, he subconsciously concluded that this person was Alena. He looked at it silently as his expression remained calm and unwavering. His eyes were extremely focused, expectant to say the least.
If Alena dared to leave like this, he really couldn't help strangling this little woman with no conscience. Fortunately, this time, Alena didn't disappoint Waylon. After hesitating for a while, she finally raised her hand and knocked on the door. "Waylon, are you inside? Can I come in?"
"Yeah." The man's indifferent voice came from behind the door.
Alena breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, and walked in.