Chapter 128 You Should Go For A Vacation
At this point, he showed a sinister smile, "But now it's different. I don't have any interest in you anymore. Even if you die in front of me, I won't look!"
Waylon Gray turned around and looked back at her. The coldness in his eyes was shocking.
"So, if you don't want to die too early, just get out of here!" He didn't want to continue wasting time there. He slammed her away, turned, and strode into the villa. The door slammed, and everything is isolated.
Alena Wright looked at his back in pain, and the corners of her mouth gradually raised a self-deprecating smile, muttering: "Waylon Gray, you still refuse to forgive me, right?"
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the long silver dragon illuminated the sky.
Alena Wright, who had been supporting it all the time, finally couldn't hold it anymore. She fainted entirely in front of his eyes.
She hadn't dripped in all day. She was restless and had been in the rain for so long. Her body had already reached the limit of tolerance.
In the dark, Alena Wright's thin figure was lying quietly in the cold rain. Her lonely appearance seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.
When she woke up again, it was already the next day. Alena Wright struggled to sit up from the bed, only to find that she was in the hospital with a needle still inserted in the back of her hand.
The brain was still dizzy, and she was a little confused for a while.
Alena Wright rubbed her temples and slowly woke up.
Then, slowly recalling what happened yesterday.
She seems to have fainted at the door of Waylon Gray's house, but now she is in the hospital.
Then it means that the person who sent her to the hospital was Waylon Gray.
There was a sudden rise in the depths of her heart. Alena Wright looked out desperately, wanting to see the figure looking forward to you.
She accidentally knocked over the water glass on the table because of too much action. The unmistakable sound of the landing immediately attracted the attention of the nurse, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"
Alena Wright looked at the visitor, ignoring the needle still inserted in the back of her hand. She eagerly stretched out her hand and asked, "Where is the person who sent me? Did he say anything?"
The nurse thought for a while and shook his head to explain, "The person who sent you said that he had seen you fainted, and he kindly sent you over."
Upon hearing this answer, Alena Wright's hopes dimmed inch by inch.
It turned out not to be Waylon Gray.
Alena Wright smiled bitterly and muttered to herself, "It turns out that it's like that."
Should she be thankful that a kind-hearted person saw her unconscious? Otherwise, she might freeze to death on the street.
The bitterness spread in her heart, even the bitterness in her mouth.
Alena Wright slowly lay down on the bed, did not even hear what the nurse said, and closed her eyes tiredly.
Alena Wright fainted only because she was physically exhausted. After the nutritional injection, she was fine. She recovered after a day's rest in the hospital.
After she was discharged from the hospital, she went straight back to the company. Although she was in a bad mood, her life should continue.
She has to find something to do for herself and make herself busy not to put all her thoughts on Waylon Gray. Being immersed in pain will only make people more painful.
After punching the card, Alena Wright walked to her seat and sat down. Not long after sitting down, she received an internal call from Christiano Cohen, "Alena, come to my office."
Alena Wright was a little surprised. After all, Christiano Cohen had rarely approached her since she took office, and this time she didn't know why.
When she got to the door of the president's office, she sorted out her emotions to make herself look less embarrassed and then knocked on the door.
"Come in." Christiano Cohen sat behind a large desk, looking at Alena Wright, who was slowly approaching, frowning invisibly, "Alena, sit here."
Alena Wright walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down. She barely squeezing out a smile, "I don't know what you want to do with me?"
Christiano Cohen didn't answer the conversation right away, playing with the pen in his hand as if thinking about how to speak.
After a long while, he sighed lightly and said earnestly, "Alena, I don't think you are in good spirits. Just take this opportunity to take more rest."
Alena Wright didn't quite understand what he meant, so she looked at it suspiciously.
Watched by those crystal-clear eyes, Christiano Cohen suddenly felt guilty about what he was about to say next.
But what should be said is, "The cooperation on the Monarch International Group can be temporarily stopped."
"Why?" Alena Wright widened her eyes in shock, and her lips tightened, "Is it because of me that Waylon Gray canceled the cooperation?"
Christiano Cohen gave her a few fixed glances and then shook his head solemnly, "The cooperation has not been canceled."
"But Waylon Gray pointed out that you don't need to be responsible for the next design. I will arrange for someone else to deal with it as soon as possible." After this, Christiano Cohen paused as if to justify himself, "Alena, you don't need to think about it. Things happen from time to time, so you should give yourself a vacation and don't put too much pressure on it."
This kind of official comfort does not affect Alena Wright. If this person is not Waylon Gray but someone else, perhaps she can persuade herself not to overthink.
But she knew better than anyone else that the reason why Waylon Gray would do this was entirely directed at her.
Is he retaliating against her?
Alena Wright didn't remember how she got back to her seat. Only knowing that not long after she came back, the female colleague sitting next to her said, "Alena Wright, Christiano Cohen said that I would be responsible for the ten sets of jewelry design for Mr. Gray. Can you please transfer the information to me?"
Hearing the concealed pride in her words, Alena Wright was not caring and could even be said to be indifferent.
She handed over the design sketches. Her finger trembled slightly after communicating with Waylon Gray.
Waylon Gray even deprived her of the right to design jewelry for him.
How much does he hate her?
Alena Wright suddenly thought that Waylon Gray personally delivered the set of emeralds she designed to her one night not long ago.
What did he say at the time?
Anyway, they will get married sooner or later, and these jewels will be hers more shortly.
Waylon Gray, do you still remember your promise?
"I knew you didn't have that life a long time ago, and now you are kicked." The female colleague laughed sarcastically.
Alena Wright stood up abruptly, walked to the bathroom, leaned on the sink, and splashed a handful of cold water on her face.
Alena Wright, stay awake and stop dreaming that kind of unrealistic dreams.
When the cold water touched her skin, Alena Wright shuddered subconsciously.
Slowly raising her head, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her pale face like a ghost.