Chapter 289
She's now on a disadvantageous side and doesn't have the power to control the overall situation. But even if she doesn't say that, Darcy is unwilling.
Seeing her hesitance at a glance, the man smiled indifferently. "Don't worry, I'm just making a joke with you. Give me the money and I will leave now." The man said blatantly without beating around the bush.
Suspiciously scrutinizing him, she was thinking about countermeasures quickly in her mind but couldn't think of away. There is no way left for her in this entanglement. All she can do now is to spend money to eliminate the future disaster.
Arrogantly taking her bag, she took out a bank card and handed it over. "I will warn you one last time. Since I can afford the money that you demand, I will naturally have a way to deal with you. If you don't want to get in trouble, just fulfill your promises obediently!"
When he saw that bank card, the man's eyes lit up. He's just a jobless bastard, living a life a day that barely makes the end meet, and 200,000 thousand dollars is simply a sky-high price for him.
He took it in a hurry, beaming at the card as he looked at it. After he was sure it was true, he smiled with satisfaction. "Okay, knowing you don't want to see me, I will go now."
He started dressing up while talking, acting friendly in front of her. He was even humming an unknown song, obviously in a good mood.
Seeing the man's movements, Darcy gritted her teeth with hatred. Clenching her hands into a fist, her long nails embedded in her palms and a sharp pain came through. However, this kind of physical pain is incomparable to the psychological pain she felt last night. Darcy felt sick as long as she thought that she was touched by such an insolent man.
Not knowing how she got out of the bar, Darcy's face was pale as paper and her clothes were a bit messy, evidence showed that she had a rough night. Although she had just bought some suit and clothes from the waiter, she still looked embarrassed.
She doesn't know if it is a psychological illusion, but she felt that the pedestrians on the road look at her a little weird, as if they all have a seemingly contemptuous look. Her sanity finally collapsed and she ran in a panic on the street, feeling cold all over her body that seeped through her bones.
When the sun rays are cast down on her face, Alena finally woke up from her slumber. Rubbing her aching forehead, she slowly opened her eyes and looked around.
"Are you awake now?"
The man's low voice rang in her ears and Alena turned her head to meet Waylon's deep black eyes. She only realized it now that Waylon was sleeping behind her with his hand caging her waist.
Alena looked confused. "Why are you here?"
Facing the woman's suspicious expression, Waylon smiled knowingly. "I should ask you this sentence, right?"
Before Alena could react, Waylon turned over and put his hands-on Alena's sides, pressing the person under his body while his sharp eyes locked her straight.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Alena stiffened as she was startled by Waylon's sudden movements.
'Why do I feel that something is wrong? Waylon's expression...why is it so terrible?' In a daze, Alena suddenly remembered that she was drinking in a bar yesterday. She can't help but be baffled when did she return home? How can she safely return, and why did Waylon sleep next to her?
With countless questions entangled in her heart at the same time, Alena stretched out a finger and gently poked the man's chest. "That can wait, can you go down first?"
"No." Waylon refused without hesitation and gave her an angry look. "It seems that you don't remember anything, do you need me to tell you about it?"
Alena was stunned. "Did I forget something?"
Her brows furrowed in bewilderment since she clearly remembered that she went to the bar together with Darcy. The two of them drank a lot of wine because they were happy, so what happened then?
'Did I forget that it happened after getting drunk?
Seeing Waylon's ferocious expression, Alena felt a little guilty for no reason. 'Did I give this guy a violent beating while I was drunk?'
After taking a peek, Waylon didn't seem to have any obvious trauma on his body. Knowing that he's not hurt, Alena breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't help to ask in confusion. "What's the matter? I can't remember some details."
Waylon twitched the corners of his mouth and knew that Alena was acknowledging that she forgot what happened. Dangerously approaching a little more, Waylon smiled. "You can't remember? Then who do you think is that someone who cursed me nonstop yesterday and called me a bastard?"
Hearing this, Alena's expression turned stiff. She opened her eyes in surprise, pointing out a finger to herself. "You don't want to say it's me, right?"
Waylon was too lazy to pay attention to her and said to himself. "Someone said that I am arrogant and domineering, eh?"
What he said that Alena remembered some clips from the events last night. Combining it with Waylon's reaction today, she immediately confirmed what she had done last night. Quickly giving a flattering smile, she tried to give him a sweet smile but ended up grimacing. "Um...I'm just drunk, you shouldn't care about a drunk person's words, right?"
"Humph!" Waylon snorted coldly. "I haven't settled the account with you yet, so why did you go to the bar again?"
When this topic was mentioned, it was as if Alena suddenly woke up from a trance. "By the way, where is Darcy? Where is she now?"
Waylon frowned. "Did you drink with her yesterday?"
"Yup."
Alena nodded, stretched out her hand to push Waylon away, stood up, and walked out. "Didn't I pass the semifinals? Darcy bought a new car, and we decided to celebrate together. Where is she? I was with her yesterday. Did you get back with her?"
"Don't look for that woman." Waylon tidied up the pajamas on his body. Walking over, he gently took Alena's arm to sit down by the bed. "You called me when you were drunk last night. When I arrived, Darcy wasn't there when I went to see you. Besides, she didn't come back tonight."
Since taking care of Alena until midnight last night, Waylon clearly remembered that there was no movement downstairs that could indicate Darcy's arrival.
"Ah? You brought me back?" Alena was even more surprised. She fell asleep directly on the table after she was drunk and what happened afterward is something she could no longer remember.
"Otherwise?" Waylon glared at her and warned fiercely. "Next time you don't have my permission, I will punish you. Promise me that you will never go to a place like a bar again."
'Alena's alcohol tolerance isn't high and easily gets drunk. If she meets someone who has bad intentions, then what will happen to her?' This is the qualm that made him restless. If he could only tie her by his side, he would do so.
Realizing that her man was unhappy, Alena felt guilty so she nodded without hesitation and agreed. "I know and I understand your point. Don't worry, I won't go there anymore. Can President Gray calm down?"