Chapter 137 This Is Our Home
Waylon didn't speak, and he just looked at her with a smile on his face.
Alena blushed suddenly, and she looked away with a guilty conscience.
It seemed that she did bring a lot of trouble to Waylon, more or less.
"You don't need to overthink. Take a good rest." Waylon whispered, and his eyes fell on the computer in front of him again.
He still had many things to deal with, and there were several urgent documents he needed to sign. If it weren't for Alena, he should be in the office at the moment.
Alena did not continue to disturb him.
She didn't believe what Waylon said. If it weren't for her, how could this man stay in a hospital full of the strong hospital smell?
Her heart was inadvertently moved. Like a beam of light shining straight on her heart, it flowed through her body, and she felt a sense of happiness and satisfaction.
"Alena." The man's low voice was pleasant and magnetic as he spoke.
"Huh?" Alena replied unconsciously, and as soon as she raised her head, she met his teasing gaze. "If you continue to look at me like that, I won't be able to concentrate on work."
Alena was embarrassed, and her face flushed. She then realized that she had stared at him intently for a long time!
Waylon smiled happily.
"Continue what you are doing. Go on." Alena looked away awkwardly. She did not dare to look at him again.
In the ward, the silence was restored, but there was no awkwardness in the atmosphere. The silent company of each other made them feel happy.
Alena was unable to control herself, and she looked at Waylon once again. Joy and love were visible in her bright eyes.
A long time ago, she had fantasized about such a scene.
In the past, she dreamed that was Waylon was handling official duties. She quietly accompanied him by the side.
Alena realized that Waylon had forgiven her already and that the truth that was concealed had become unimportant. At that moment, there was no longer any secret between them. The past should be left in the past, and they should face the future head-on.
Alena smiled as she looked at him quietly.
Waylon, since you were willing to let go of your grudges against me, I would be willing to stay with you forever.
Their next few days were spent in the hospital. Waylon found the best doctor to treat her, and under that doctor's careful care, her wound recovered quickly. She could be discharged after a week.
As Bill was going through the discharge procedures, Alena changed her clothes in the bathroom, and she cleaned up before she came out again.
Waylon leaned lazily against the door, and he stretched out a hand to her, "Let's go."
Although her wound had been closed, it hadn't fully recovered. She still needed to pay attention to everything she would do, and that included walking.
Alena smiled and walked over. She felt safe as long as she was standing next to this man.
Waylon tried his best to match her pace.
There were two people walking side by side in the empty corridor. From any angle, they seemed to be a match made in heaven.
Alena's voice echoed in the corridor, "Waylon, I have a doubt."
"What?"
"How come only female doctors changed my dressing?"
Waylon was speechless.
Alena continued to ask, "Why? Is it a coincidence?"
Waylon still had nothing to say.
"Why? This question has puzzled me for a long time!"
Waylon's face darkened, and he held her waist domineeringly, "You know why."
Alena felt satisfied, and a victorious smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Of course, there was no such a coincidence in this world. Waylon was the one who arranged everything.
Of course, it was because of his unexplainable possessiveness.
The car stopped outside the hospital. As he saw the two of them approaching, Bill immediately opened the car door, "President, Miss Alena."
Although Alena's name was still to be discussed, Bill thought privately that the president would not like to hear Amanda's name.
Waylon didn't say anything, and he carefully helped Alena enter the car and sit on it.
The door was shut, and the car's silver body cast a stream of shadows in the hot sun.
"President, where are we going now?" Bill glanced at the man sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
"Let's go home first." Waylon's voice was low and cold, and he patted Alena on the shoulder, "Sleep first. I'll call you later."
Alena didn't overthink. Her body had not completely recovered, so both her physical and mental ability was not as good as before. She leaned on Waylon dazedly, and she gradually fell asleep.
She didn't know how long she slept. When she woke up, it was already very dark that she couldn't see her fingers.
After she was kidnapped, Alena became afraid of the darkness. She called out in horror, "Waylon? Where are you?"
The door was opened from the outside the moment she spoke. Waylon patted the lamp on the wall and walked over quickly.
"Alena, you are awake." The helplessness and panic in the woman's eyes made Waylon a little distressed. He took her into his arms and softly comforted her, "It's okay, we are already home. No one will hurt you. ."
As she listened to the steady and robust heartbeat of the man, Alena gradually recovered her wits. Simultaneously, she realized that she was not in an apartment she was familiar with, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"This is-"
Waylon smiled, and he left a kiss on the back of her hand, "This is our home."
Of course, Alena knew where she was. The furnishings in the bedroom were the same as when she left.
However, Alena did not expect that Waylon would bring her there. Since they were married, Waylon had never stepped into this villa, and the carefully prepared bedroom was never touched.
She had always lived in the guest bedroom because she found it dull and boring to be alone.
This was the first time that the two had come to their new house.
A strange feeling arose in her heart. Alena stood up and looked at everything around her with scorching eyes. Her eyes became red afterward.
Waylon was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly reached out to support her.
They paced back and forth in the room, and Alena finally determined that all this was not a dream.
She had imagined countless times that one day Waylon would willingly walk into this room, and that day finally came.
Alena stretched out her hand to hold his sleeves, and she asked him, "Why did you bring me here suddenly?"