Chapter 91 He Was Just Playing Around
Waylon Gray retracted his gaze. Although he did not show strong rejection, his cold eyebrows were a little more indifferent than usual, "What do you think?"
Yves Kelly shrugged without feeling guilty at all.
The air was quiet for a moment. He smiled at Darcy Harrington, and looked at Waylon Gray, "I don't care."
Waylon Gray was very dissatisfied with these two people who disturbed him and Alena Wright but thought about what she said that Darcy Harrington was her best friend, so he nodded and responded.
However, he was very indifferent. Seeing Waylon Gray's response, Darcy Harrington curled her mouth, and her mood suddenly improved.
Her mood as she twisted to look at Alena Wright, the intimacy of holding her arm, pretending to casually ask, " Vicki, how could you? Why did you not tell me that you are with Waylon Gray and you said that you are on a business trip?"
Alena Wright was not sure how to respond, conscious that Waylon Gray was here as well, almost blurted out, "I was prepared for a business trip, I had to finish a few designs for Mr. Gray so temporarily I changed the itinerary."
It's not that she knew her reason was badly executed, but she still bit the bullet and said it.
Waylon Gray frowned in dissatisfaction. Could it be that the confession he made last night was done for nothing? He lifted his eyes; his thin lips were about to say something.
Alena Wright knew this man, Waylon Gray would not agree with her, he would definitely push things in another direction when he opened his mouth. No, she couldn't let him talk nonsense.
She glared at Waylon Gray fiercely, then blinked frantically at Waylon Gray, motioning him not to talk nonsense.
Waylon Gray found Alena Wright's suggestion to him, and just looked at her quietly, but with an aura of understanding. Their relationship was very shady. Why does she want to hide it?
Sneaking around was not Waylon Gray's style, not to mention that he sincerely liked Alena Wright, his little fairy, so he was willing to give her the status she deserved. It's a pity that Alena Wright doesn't appreciate it.
The woman looked at him with big innocent eyes, and her eyes were filled with vague pleading. Waylon Gray didn't know what Alena Wright was thinking, but he felt sorry for her, and silently retracted his gaze.
Well, he said nothing.
Seeing his rare cooperation, Alena Wright breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully at him.
In the eyes of these two people, while looking at her, she had a vague idea, but Darcy Harrington bit her lip. Although Alena Wright tried to stay out, her eyes told her otherwise. She had obviously looked at each other's eyes filled with love as if she caught a pair of a couple in love. Darcy Harrington bit her lip tightly, lowered her head quickly, concealing all emotions, and when she raised her eyes again, her eyes had calmed down.
She smiled and shook Alena Wright's arm, pointed at Wylde, and asked, "This horse is so beautiful, can I touch it?"
Wylde was owned by Waylon Gray, Alena Wright has no right to speak, and immediately looks at its owner.
Waylon Gray nodded slightly, and she happily took Darcy Harrington to touch Wylde's neck.
Wylde was also very obedient, it was snowing all over, the ground was white now, without a trace of any other color, and the color looked exactly like the horse.
Darcy Harrington and Alena Wright touched the white neck of Wylde, the supple texture made them giggle surprisingly.
Alena Wright just gave the reins back to Waylon Gray but said, "I have to go there for a walk, can you leave Wylde with me?"
Waylon Gray nodded and whispered, "Be careful, you still can't ride a horse."
"I know." Alena Wright held Wylde in one hand, and Darcy Harrington's arm in the other, and walked towards the grass not far away.
With the sun shining behind her, Alena Wright was shrouded in a halo, and she looked more beautiful.
"It's rare to see you so caring." Yves Kelly walked to Waylon Gray with one hand in his pocket, his eyes deep and thinking.
This time the two women did not know what to say, so they laughed instead, melodious laughter mixed with the wind could be heard.
Waylon Gray took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked, "Why are you here?"
The world he planned for Alena Wright and him was ruined by this man. If it weren't for their closeness, he really wanted to kill Yves Kelly.
Yves Kelly shrugged, very innocently, and said, "Well, when you said horse farm, I got curious, I haven't been here."
Waylon Gray sneered, "But you could come here anytime, do you want to be the third person?"
Yves Kelly was stunned by his words. It was also terrible for men to be jealous.
He smiled, turned his head to look at Waylon Gray, and said meaningfully, "Are you serious?"
He grew up with this man, and he was mostly around women, he knew about when he was just playing around. But his attitude towards Alena Wright when he took care of her seemed to be more than just for fun.
Waylon Gray slowly blew out a smoke, and asked instead, "Why not?"
Yves Kelly was speechless for a while. It's not that it doesn't work, but it doesn't conform to what he knew and believed. Waylon Gray was just playing around, but if it's love between men and women, he is really intrigued.
Waylon Gray casually said, "You and I are not the same."
He will spoil the woman he loved.
Yves Kelly gas laughed, "Well, you are definitely a different kind."
He teased Waylon Gray, his eyes fell on Alena Wright, and said jokingly, "You President Gray is really a lover."
In the distance, Alena Wright was whispering with Darcy Harrington. She chose to walk a little further away so that they could talk.
Waylon Gray smiled unconsciously, and the aura on his body also eased, "It doesn't matter whether I am in love or not."
He put out the cigarette in his hand and walked towards Alena Wright. He walked past Yves Kelly, he never paused for a moment.
He only said quietly, "The important thing is that you leave me alone with Alena."
Yves Kelly looked at Waylon Gray's back, and the interest in his eyes grew stronger. But he had been close to Alena Wright, how could he keep his distance?
Time was approaching noon, and the temperature kept rising under the scorching sun.
Alena Wright was drying out in the sun with a thin sweat, her cheeks were red, because of the heat. She looked sweeter and more attractive.
Waylon Gray quietly admired it for a while and then walked slowly over, "It's too early, take a rest, it's time to eat."
Hearing his voice, Darcy Harrington immediately stopped her movements and looked over.
It's a pity that there was only Alena Wright in Waylon Gray's eyes, and even at the corner of his eye, she knew that she couldn't have even a little attention.