Chapter 263
"Well, you are right." Alena Wright reluctantly cheered up and went to the bathroom to take out all her personal belongings.
After the two people tossed for a while, they finally packed up, and Yves Kelly also appeared at the door on time, "Are everything packed up?"
Alena Wright nodded, "Well, it's packed."
Yves Kelly glanced behind her in an uncomfortable look and took the suitcase in her hand over, "Nothing has fallen, right? Don't miss something here."
"Shall we go directly to the airport now?"
Alena Wright looked down at her watch. It is not too early now, and it is not impossible to go to the airport, but they have not eaten yet.
"I think it's better to go directly to the airport first, and then I'll see if there is anything to eat near the airport." Yves Kelly said and looked at Darcy Harrington, "What do you think?"
The two of them are now grasshoppers on a rope. Darcy Harrington would refuse Yves Kelly's proposal when she was crazy and then nodded, "Yes, let's go."
The group of three people left the hotel. Yves Kelly had already prepared the driver and car and went straight to the airport.
The car drove smoothly on the road and arrived at the airport half an hour later.
Yves Kelly got out of the car first, took their suitcases out of the car, and turned around and said to the two girls, "It's still early. I'm going to store my things."
"Am I troubling you?" Alena Wright was a little absent-minded, but she still didn't forget the etiquette she should have. After nodding to Yves Kelly, she subconsciously wanted to get her mobile phone.
It's been a few hours since Waylon Gray left. Waylon Gray should have arrived in City A. Doesn't she know if he is turned on now? As if she had seen through her thoughts, Darcy Harrington had a scornful smile on her lips and said casually, "Would you like to call Waylon Gray? Tell him that we are also back or let him come directly to the airport to pick us up. "
Alena Wright didn't speak. Her expression hesitated.
She was unsure whether Waylon Gray would agree to pick them up at the airport when Waylon Gray's emotions were so hard to detect.
Having been sitting in the lounge, Alena Wright was still struggling. Yves Kelly had already stored the luggage first, and the three of them gathered in the lounge.
No one mentioned anything about calling Waylon Gray anymore, and Alena Wright was even less confident.
Yves Kelly said, "I just saw a Japanese food store next to me. Do you want to eat something first?"
"Okay, I happen to be hungry too." Darcy Harrington agreed, and after she stood up, she found that Alena Wright hadn't moved at all.
She asked suspiciously, "Alena Wright, are you not going?"
It wasn't until this time that Alena Wright, who was trapped in her thoughts, reacted. She twitched the corners of her mouth, "I was distracted just now, sorry."
Yves Kelly and Darcy Harrington looked at each other, but no one said anything.
The Japanese food shop is nearby, and other passengers are enjoying the delicious food inside. Yves Kelly and Darcy Harrington are chatting while eating sushi, and the atmosphere is quite lively.
It's just that Alena Wright didn't speak much the whole time. Sometimes when someone asked her, she raised her head to deal with a sentence or two. Most of them were thinking about her affairs, and the plate in front of her didn't move much.
"Alena Wright." Darcy Harrington couldn't help calling her.
Alena Wright raised her head questioningly, "What's the matter?"
"Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat anything?" Darcy Harrington's eyes fell on the plate in front of her.
Alena Wright followed her gaze and smiled awkwardly, "I don't like sushi much."
"It's because I didn't think about it well. Should I change to another place?" Yves Kelly said thoughtfully. His empathetic appearance looked very gentle.
Alena Wright waved her hands again, "No, I have no appetite."
She saw that the two of them had almost eaten, and she said, "Are you all full? If you are full, we shall go back."
Alena Wright stood up while talking and walked forward on her own.
Yves Kelly and Darcy Harrington looked at each other and got up to follow.
On the way back to the airport, Alena Wright never spoke again, until the moment she stepped into the airport lobby, she suddenly turned around and said to Yves Kelly and Darcy Harrington, "I will go to the bathroom, and I will look for you later."
"Do I need to go with you?" Darcy Harrington was not sincere, but she wanted to monitor Alena Wright. She didn't expect to be rejected without hesitation.
"No, I'm not a three-year-old kid." Alena Wright smiled reluctantly and turned to the bathroom.
Until her back disappeared, Darcy Harrington spoke again, "She must have gone to call Waylon Gray!"
When she said the wrong thing, her voice was full of jealousy, and the expression on her face was slightly distorted.
Yves Kelly didn't care at all and said meaningfully, "What about making a phone call? You are so sure. Will Waylon Gray answer her call?"
Darcy Harrington was taken aback, then smiled.
That's right. Waylon Gray is angry now and may not answer Alena Wright's call.
But the facts were the same as they thought. Not long after Alena Wright went into the bathroom, she finally made up her mind to dial Waylon Gray's phone.
What surprised her was that when she walked in, there was still a cold mechanical prompt, "Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please call again later."
Alena Wright widened her eyes in astonishment. What's the matter?
Waylon Gray should have gone back long ago. Why is the phone still turned off? Could something have happened?
For a whole day, Alena Wright was in deep self-doubt and all kinds of worries. As long as there is no definite answer, there will be no peace for a moment.
The evening breeze in midsummer still had a slight coolness, and she suddenly felt a little cold, and that coldness had been cold to the bones, wandering through the limbs.
She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. It was less than a few hours.
Suddenly she felt that she had undergone earth-shaking changes. The woman in the mirror was pale as paper. Her eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily as if she had a worry that was too thick to dissolve.
Alena Wright glanced fixedly and closed her eyes tiredly.
Don't think about it, don't go to the horns anymore. Everything will naturally come to fruition after you go back.
After a few words of self-comfort, the originally impatient heart gradually settled down.
Alena Wright washed her face with cold water and then walked out casually.
A long-distance away, Alena Wright could even see through the transparent glass. Darcy Harrington and Yves Kelly talked in the VIP lounge, and they laughed from time to time.