Chapter 108 Waylon Gray's Surprise
In front of her was a retro-decorated restaurant. At that moment, there were only the two of them in the huge restaurant. The table in front of them was filled with dim candlelight and delicate roses. The melodious music came from nowhere and slowly set the mood.
Gentleman Waylon Gray opened the chair for her to sit down, he snapped his fingers, and immediately a waiter came up with the dinner plate.
Waylon Gray raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "Try the taste of this steak."
The dinner plate opened and revealed the steak inside.
Alena Wright stared at the steak that seemed to be burned for a few moments, her eyebrows wrinkled and tightened.
Although she doesn't like Western food very much, she was also familiar with steaks. And she had never seen any cook who fried steaks like that, which was hard to explain.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the seemingly calm Waylon Gray, Alena Wright asked in surprise, "Did you make this steak?"
Waylon Gray took a sip from the wine glass, and said, "You can taste it first."
He didn't deny it, so she thought it must be true.
Alena Wright's eyes widened suddenly, and she was full of brilliance in her eyes.
She knew how self-confident that fellow Waylon Gray was, and had never heard of him cooking in person, so that was the first time.
It turned out that that day's candlelight dinner was carefully prepared by him himself.
As he was watched by Alena Wright with such complicated eyes, Waylon Gray, who had always been cheeky, felt a little uncomfortable for the first time. He clenched his fists and coughed, "Alena Wright, although I know I'm handsome, you don't need to always look at me with such obsessive eyes."
Alena Wright did not speak.
Waylon Gray stopped when he saw her reaction and pushed the plate in front of her, "You can taste it first."
Although his expression was as indifferent as usual, his words implied expectation.
Alena Wright didn't want to disappoint him, so she raised a knife and fork to cut a small piece of steak.
After all, he was not a professional person, and the steak was a bit old.
Alena Wright chewed slowly and tasted, and when she raised her head, she met Waylon Gray's shining gaze.
She took a sip from the wine glass and said with a smile, "The taste is very good, even better than the average chef."
She looked so self-assured that she didn't seem to be reluctant at all.
Waylon Gray smiled, "If you like to eat, I will often make it for you in the future."
Alena Wright did not refuse either and said, "Okay."
Although it was not that delicious, that kind gesture of him was very rare, so she cherished it very much.
With romantic lights, fragrant roses, and melodious violin sounds, they were like a pair of beautiful people.
Perhaps the moonlight that night was too good, or the smile on Waylon Gray's lips was too warm, that Alena Wright suddenly hoped that time would stay at that moment.
Alena Wright lowered her gaze.
And thought to herself, that if Waylon Gray knew the truth, would he still be gentle and affectionate towards her like that moment?
She didn't know and didn't dare to gamble, perhaps it was more likely that she would turn her down.
People who have enjoyed the warmth could hardly return to their cold and humid life, and Alena Wright was the same.
Even if she felt that all of that was just for a moment, she still wanted to catch something desperately, even if in the end everything would end with nothing.
"Alena Wright, what are you thinking?" Waylon Gray's voice came, and his black eyes were clear under the warm candlelight.
Alena Wright opened her mouth, but the words she had prepared for a long time seemed stuck, and she couldn't say a word.
She sighed faintly in the bottom of her heart and tried to forget what she wanted to say, and just let everything go with the flow.
Alena Wright smiled, "I'm thinking about the anniversary celebration, do you really want me to be your female companion?"
"Of course!" Waylon Gray stretched out and shook her hand, and felt the softness from his palm, and hooked the corner of his mouth, and said, "I want to introduce you to my father."
As she thought of Alfred Gray, Alena Wright pursed her lips embarrassedly, and said tactfully, "Will it bring you trouble? In fact, it doesn't matter if I don't go."
As she listened to her, Waylon Gray was silent for a few seconds and seemed to think of something, and after a while, he said firmly, "There may be a little trouble, but it is not important."
The old man liked Amanda Quinston so much, even better than his son.
He could imagine that if he took Alena Wright to the anniversary celebration, he would make Alfred Gray angry.
But he just wanted her to be by his side.
As if she understood Waylon Gray's thoughts, Alena Wright did not speak anymore, lowered her head, and shook the red wine glass in her hand.
Waylon Gray's eyes looked at the movement in her hands to Alena Wright's face, and he saw that her eyes seemed to condense a layer of depression.
"Alena Wright, don't worry, I will take care of everything. You just need to stand quietly beside me and enjoy everything I bring you."
If she was any other girl, she might be overjoyed when she heard Waylon Gray say those words. It would be the dream of countless young girls to be pregnant with Waylon Gray's child.
But Alena Wright couldn't be happy.
After eating a meal, Waylon Gray tried his best to make her happy, even at the expense of surrendering his status and told several innutritious cold jokes in a row.
After all, Alena Wright was just an ordinary girl, and she felt a little softened when she saw his extremely flattering appearance. Although there was still a bit of worry in her heart, she did not frown.
After dinner, Waylon Gray took her home.
The car stopped at the gate of the community, and Alena Wright was hugged by the man when she was about to get off the car.
Waylon Gray looked down at the woman in his arms, as she looked at him with a pure and innocent look.
Her hard heart suddenly turned soft, and a kiss was lightly pressed on her forehead.
Waylon Gray had spent so many years in the shopping malls and built the Group in an unattainable position. It was not only the wealth of the family but also the scheming skills that were surprising.
But such a decisive and indifferent person always wanted to give her the best.
"Wait for me obediently, don't think about it," when he finishes handling Amanda Quinston's affairs, he would naturally give her everything she should have.
Alena Wright didn't know what to say, nodded silently, and turned and left when he let go.
As he saw her back disappear in the corner, Waylon Gray drove away.
In the moonlight, Alena Wright walked out of the corner when she heard the sound of the engine starting.
And watched Waylon Gray's exit direction, his lips closed tightly and pressed into a straight line.
The most important thing in a relationship was trust and frankness. She had no way, to be frank, so she always felt guilty. Even if Waylon Gray treated her well, the feeling of worrying about gains and losses made her uncertain.
When the evening breeze blew, Alena Wright felt a little cold for some reason.
If Waylon Gray knows her true identity it would be over.