Chapter 136 I Will Not Think About Divorce In The Future
The topic changed, and Alena also recovered a little. She pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, dad. The doctors and nurses are very responsible, and I don't feel any discomfort."
Alfred had an investment in this hospital, and it was evident how powerful he was there. When he heard her say this, he didn't ask anymore, but instead, he said jokingly, "What Dad said to you yesterday still counts, okay?"
When he said that, Waylon looked at his father with a cold face.
Alfred smiled even more happily. This kid deserved to be horrified.
Alena was embarrassed, and she said a little coquettishly, "Dad, why are you still asking this?"
Alfred laughed out loud, "If there is anything that makes you unhappy, you must tell Dad. Dad will decide for you!"
Waylon, who was in the corner, became angry when he heard this. Although he had always known that the old man was biased when it came to Alena, he didn't expect that he would dare to say such things in front of him.
When she felt that someone was getting more and more bitter and resentful, Alena quickly said, "Dad, don't worry about our affairs. Waylon and I will be fine in the future."
Alfred smiled as he listened. There was a touch of relief in his eyes, and he patted Alena's hand, "I'm relieved."
After he spoke, he stood up with the help of his crutches, "The porridge is going to be cold, so eat it quickly. I will go back now."
The moment he turned around, Alfred looked at Waylon and said earnestly, "Take good care of my daughter-in-law. If I lose her, I will let you pay for that!"
Waylon was not surprised. He stood up and opened the door for Alfred, "I will send you out."
Alfred waved his hand and said, "I'm okay, just take care of my daughter-in-law. Someone is waiting for me outside."
Before he closed the door, Waylon watched the old man walk away.
Waylon turned around noticed Alena's awkward facial expression. He raised his brows and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.
As she met the man's dissatisfied gaze, Alena quickly looked away and changed the subject with a dry laugh, "You don't have to take what Dad said to heart."
"Waylon, what are you doing?" Alena exclaimed. Waylon pressed his body against hers and tied her hands behind her head. His eyes narrowed at her dangerously.
"Divorce? Huh?" The words were fully expressing his dissatisfaction.
Alena blinked her eyes and looked at him innocently.
When he felt that she had no intention to speak, Waylon became irritated, and he moved his body closer. If he would lower his head, he could taste her softness. Waylon asked, "Answer me, do you want to get a divorce?"
Alena's heartbeat became more and more uncontrollable. As she looked at the man who was very close to her, she became speechless. She could smell his body without any obstruction, and that caused her heart to beat erratically.
"Waylon, the porridge is going to be cold. Shall we eat first?"
When did this man become like this? Also, the divorce was already filed a long time ago. Was she unreasonable?
"What porridge? I want to eat you first!" The man announced, and he kissed her the next second.
Different from the previous one, this time, Waylon punitively kissed her. He was aggressive, and it deprived her sanity bit by bit.
Alena stretched out her hand and pushed him impatiently, "Waylon, I'm still wounded. Isn't this a bit too much?"
Waylon bit her chin and snarled, "Do you think I would only do this if you are not sick?"
He had long wished to teach her who was the boss in their relationship.
Alena replied, "Then what do you have to do to calm down? How about you beat me up?"
Waylon squinted at her, and he saw in her eyes what was running inside her mind, "Are you sure I can't move you now?"
Alena blinked. Her face was red, and her heart was beating fast. "Why are you asking that? Of course, I'm serious."
The more serious she was, the more panicked Waylon's heart became. He lifted the woman's chin with one hand and rubbed her crimson lips with his rough fingers.
"Then answer the question I just asked. Do you still want to get a divorce?" He asked in a calm tone. There was hidden unhappiness in his voice when he asked her that.
Alena smiled and squeezed his hand, "I don't want it. I don't want it at all, and I won't think about it in the future."
She tilted her head and frowned pretentiously, "Waylon, can you let me go now? My wound is about to open."
He knew that this woman was acting, but Waylon still let go of her obediently.
He was not afraid, but just in case, he didn't want Alena's wound to open.
Anyway, there would be a lot of time in the future.
Waylon took a step back and picked up the porridge on the table. He stirred it twice and said meaningfully, "Alena, you need to recover soon."
After a simple breakfast, Waylon went out to find a doctor. He asked the doctor change to change her dressing.
Alena's wound was a bit deep, and she needed to change her dressing on time every day. The doctor would spend half an hour changing her dressing and treat the wound. She needed to be careful because if the weather would be too hot, she might get infected easily if she won't change it regularly.
Waylon took advantage of this time, and he arranged for Bill to send his computer and the documents to be processed.
After the doctor changed her dressing, Alena turned her head and saw Waylon sitting on the sofa doing official business. She was taken aback for a moment, and she felt warmth in her heart. She said, "Waylon."
"Yes?"
Alena said, "Actually, you don't need to be here with me. There are doctors and nurses here to take care of me so that no accidents will happen."
When he heard this, Waylon raised his head from behind the computer and glanced at her. In Alena's sincere gaze, he faintly asked, "Who said that?"
"Am I not right?" Alena asked.
If it wasn't for him wanting to be with her, why would Waylon deliberately bring the computer to the hospital?
"I'm monitoring you so you don't cause more trouble." Waylon smiled.
What he said made Alena very angry.
"What did you say?" Alena angrily asked.
She was perfect and gentle, right?
This man knew why those troubles came to her!