Chapter 268
With half-closed eyes, Waylon Gray walked into the yard. "Ms. Gray? Where are you going?"
Darcy Harrington was a little strange when she left alone and unconsciously chased after her.
Waylon Gray looked back at her with a deep gaze. "I want to be alone, don't follow."
She was strictly forbidden to keep up. Darcy Harrington was too embarrassed to pass. She stopped and watched Waylon Gray's back gradually fade away. She became more affirmed of her own thoughts and she must not hesitate at any cost.
From then on, Gray's villa seemed to have fallen into a strange circle.
Although there was not much quarrel, even Rhea Thompson and the people who had gone down could feel that Waylon Gray and Alena Wright seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers and there were endless melting glaciers.
As the night gradually deepened, Waylon Gray lay on the bed with his eyes closed, one leg bent slightly and the other hand resting on the back of his head, as if he had fallen asleep.
His trembling eyelashes revealed his emotions at the moment. As long as he closed his eyes, Waylon Gray could not help but recall the scene that night.
After all, he was the one who did the wrong thing first and he was also sorry to Alena Wright.
With this level of knowledge, he regretted his actions more.
Waylon Gray didn't want to explain clearly to Alena Wright, but when he saw her bright eyes, Waylon Gray couldn't say a word. He felt that he had become extremely dirty in front of her.
Damn! Why was this happening?
With a punch to the wall, Waylon Gray opened his eyes in annoyance and his eyes were cold.
He thought about it countless times later and always felt that the things that night was too strange. No matter how drunk he was, he wouldn't even have this little self-control.
However, he felt that after a little drink, his body became more uncontrollable. It seemed that he was eager for something and his eagerness made him difficult to free himself, so that he would not do such a thing.
Although from the video point of view, it was indeed Alena Wright who asked Darcy Harrington to take care of him. The following things happened because of it, but if he wasn't drunk and could control himself, it wouldn't happen.
In the end, both of them were at fault. While he blamed Alena Wright, he was actually mad at himself. So, he never knew how to face her.
Waylon Gray rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. It had only been two days since this incident happened, but he had felt extremely entangled, angered and guilty. The guilt and self-blame had been tightly entwining him.
Moonlight spilled in through the gaps in the windows, leaving silver radiance all over the room. Waylon Gray stared at the halo a little delightedly.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong. In terms of his drinking capacity and self-control, how could he be drunk to such a degree? Even if he was really drunk, how could he be so eager to make you lose control?
After twisting his eyebrows, Waylon Gray began to think carefully, the more he thought about it, and the more it felt wrong.
He felt hot and dry, but it did not seem to be caused by alcohol. On the contrary, it was more like some kind of drug in his body.
With Waylon Gray's identity and status, there were countless women who wanted to sleep with the upper ranks. It was not that no one had used this kind of tricks, but they had never succeeded.
This time, was it an accident? Or was it calculated?
Although he didn't know the answer yet, Waylon Gray had already determined one thing.
His loss of control that night may not have been voluntary but was controlled by a certain drug. That was to say, he was drugged.
Who on earth had such courage? And if he was really drugged, why didn't that person show up again? Instead, Alena Wright helped him back to the room?
Waylon Gray certainly wouldn't think it was Alena Wright's medicine given to him. Based on his understanding of her, she couldn't possibly do anything terrible.
This matter seemed to have fallen into a strange circle. No matter how he thought about it, there was no reasonable explanation in the end. It was either logically unreasonable or impossible.
But anyway, he did this thing wrong and he was also sorry to Alena Wright.
Thinking of this, Waylon Gray's heart seemed to be empty.
That kind of emptiness made him feel a little bored and it seemed that he could only feel a little better when he saw Alena Wright.
Waylon Gray turned over and got out of bed without turning on the light. He opened the door and walked out and finally stopped in front of Alena Wright's room.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked in.
The woman on the bed seemed to be asleep, breathing evenly.
Through the moonlight, Waylon Gray could clearly see Alena Wright's open face. She seemed to be crying. Her eye sockets were slightly swollen and her crimson mouth was pursing dissatisfiedly, as if she had endless complaints.
He looked at her appearance. Even in her sleep, she was not very calm.
Waylon Gray's heart became softer. He couldn't help reach out to touching her hair. Her soft hair exuded a faint fragrance, which made people linger in love.
"You must have a lot of dissatisfaction with me? That's why you want to sleep, so you can frown like this," he stretched out his hand to smooth her, but Alena Wright seemed to feel his movement and sniffed hard. She seemed like she was about to wake up.
Waylon Gray was so frightened that he immediately froze and did not dare to move. After waiting for a moment in silence, Alena Wright returned to silence again.
With a bitterly silent smile, Waylon Gray couldn't help but laugh at himself. If he hadn't done the thing that was sorry for her, why should he be so guilty now?
It had already happened and he had no way to remedy it, but he could only try to make up for it.
"Don't worry. I will deal with this matter well and I will not let you down," his faint voice contained extremely firm belief and Waylon Gray leaned down and gently left a kiss on her forehead.
After sitting quietly for a while, Waylon Gray didn't bother her to rest. After he tucked the quilt for her, he got up and left.
This night, Alena Wright seemed to have a dream, in which someone took her hand and said a lot to her and finally kissed her.
But after she woke up, there was no one in the huge bedroom except her and the figure that made her miss her was nothing more than a dream.
After a brief wash, Darcy Harrington was sitting at the table having breakfast when Alena Wright went downstairs.
Looking at her somewhat complicatedly, Alena Wright didn't say anything. She turned around and left.
Although Darcy Harrington had been explaining to her, this was not the first time Alena Wright had seen the two of them have such an intimate action. If it was really just a relationship between ordinary friends, then could she ask them to pay attention to it?