Chapter 298
In the beginning, Waylon Gray didn't think so much about it, but thought it made more sense.
But as Alena Wright entered the semifinals, Waylon suddenly realized that if he waited for the day she won the championship, she would be very happy to receive such a gift.
So, Waylon had prepared these things a long time ago and he just waited for this day to come.
"Do you like it? I especially prepared it for you." His voice was very soft but every word reached Alena's heart, making her very happy.
"Waylon..." Alena was so excited that she didn't know what to say. She could only mutter his name repeatedly.
No gift is more important to her than this.
When they argued about this matter, Alena always thought that Waylon was against her participation in the competition. But she did not expect that he had been silently paying attention to her every time, paying attention to her success or failure.
This kind of deep and silent concern really moved Alena. She looked at the man in front of her, and there was nothing else she could see.
At this moment, fireworks lit up the sky. Waylon put his arm around Alena's shoulder and said to her, "Don't you always like to watch fireworks? Take a look."
The gorgeous color dazzled her eyes. Alena suddenly felt that time stopped at this moment, and she could only follow the man in front of him. She would follow him wherever he went.
Big and bright fireworks bloomed in the night sky. Alena and Waylon stood side by side in the yard. The fleeting beauty was like shooting stars passing over their heads.
Even though she received enough surprises today, Alena still felt that she was still in a mess.
Standing behind them, Yves Kelly and Darcy Harrington looked at the backs of these two people who were cuddling each other. The anger in their eyes almost solidified.
Especially Darcy, when she saw that Waylon had prepared something for Alena as a gift. She was so jealous that he had no time to do it, but she is now watching the fireworks he had carefully prepared.
These successive blows were about to make Darcy completely lose her mind. She even thought of just pushing Alena and let her disappear forever!
Just when she was about to do this, Alena suddenly turned her head and gestured, "Darcy, look! The fireworks in the sky are so beautiful."
Darcy's face became stiff. She reacted quickly and reluctantly agreed, "Well, it's very beautiful."
The fireworks lasted for half an hour before it gradually stopped. After the fireworks ended, Yves said goodbye.
Alena hurriedly said to him, "You have drunk so much wine, do you need me to send you home?"
"No, I just asked my assistant to pick me up." Yves smiled, got up and left, "You guys also have to rest early."
Waylon nodded unconsciously and turned to Alena, "You have drunk a lot of wine, go up and rest first."
Alena drank two glasses of wine today. She felt a little dizzy. She leaned on Waylon and he supported her to the second floor.
Until the door of the bedroom closed, Darcy coldly retracted her gaze. The smile on her face disappeared instantly and was replaced by an extremely hideous look.
She immediately got up from the sofa and strode out. Not far from the Waylon's villa, she soon saw the Porsche parked on the side of the road.
Yves rolled down the car window, the smile on his face seemed a little playful in this dark night.
Darcy opened the car door and sat in. She said angrily, "It's already like this and you can still laugh!?"
"Why not?" Perhaps no one knows that Yves is the kind of person who will laugh more boisterous when he gets angry.
At this moment, his lips curled slightly, and he looked happy no matter how you look at him, but the smile did not reach his eyes. His eyes were as cold as ice.
"It's too much, I can't stand it anymore!" Darcy threw her bag aside annoyingly. She looked at Yves sitting next to her and said, "I have something very important to tell you. Let's go back to the hotel first."
He rarely saw her with such a serious face. Yves was a little surprised but also realized the seriousness of the matter. He nodded and didn't say much. Instead, he told the driver, "Go back to the hotel."
Without saying any word, Darcy squeezed her palm unconsciously.
She originally didn't plan to tell Yves that she was pregnant, but watching Waylon and Alena's sweetness, Darcy couldn't keep it to herself anymore.
She thought hard and finally came up with an extremely insidious strategy. But this plan still needs Yves's help, so she finally made up her mind to risk telling him the news.
The elevator finally stopped on the floor of the luxurious presidential suite. Yves swiped his card and walked in while saying to Darcy, "What the hell is it?"
He had already noticed that there were somethings wrong with Darcy's expression. She seemed to be particularly struggling with what she was about to say.
This made him a little more curious, what exactly did Darcy want to say?
The two took a seat on the sofa. Darcy took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to speak, "I'm pregnant."
Yves was drinking water and almost squirted it out when he heard this.
He quickly put down the cup, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and coldly narrowed his eyes under his golden glasses, "What did you just say?"
When the hardest words are spoken, the next words will feel much easier.
With this, Darcy calmed down a bit and looked at Yves steadily. She repeated, "I'm pregnant."
Of course, Yves couldn't fail to hear clearly, but he didn't expect Darcy to say that she was pregnant.
What the hell is this?
"Whose child is it?" Yves asked briefly and direct to the point. He didn't think Darcy had the chance to have a relationship with Waylon.
He thought he had given her the medicine at the resort, but Darcy let Waylon run away. If the child was Waylon's, he would not believe that even until he dies.
When she thought about the truth briefly, Darcy's face looked ugly for a moment, but she quickly returned to her normal expression and said straightforwardly, "As you have though, the child is not Waylon's."