Chapter 142 I Want To Kiss You Again
Alena's gaze fell on the thing he put on the table, and her eyes widened instantly, "This is-"
Wasn't this the perfume she hadn't given him yet?
How did he find it?
As if he saw the doubts in her heart, Waylon casually explained, "The person who went to help you clean things out mistakenly thought it was yours, so he put it on the table."
There was a makeup table in the Master's bedroom, which was filled with some cosmetics Alena usually used, and there were also a few bottles of perfume mixed in it. It was not surprising that the servant would be mistaken.
"Should you explain to me why you have men's perfume?" The man squinted at her like a dormant leopard.
Alena honestly said, "Do you remember the last time you met me in the mall? I was choosing a perfume for you, but you got angry at me. I bought it afterward."
She glared at him bitterly.
It took only two seconds for Waylon to digest her words. When he spoke again, his tone was already relaxed: "Why don't you say it earlier?"
He still remembered that his attitude at the time.
Alena smiled, "You didn't give me a chance to speak."
Waylon stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly whispered, "Alena?"
"Huh?" He pulled her into his arms, and Waylon rested his chin on top of her head and said, "I want to kiss you again. What should I do?"
He didn't give her a chance to refuse and immediately clasped her waist with one hand.
Waylon bowed his head and kissed her.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and just as Waylon was preparing, Alena cried out in pain. She strained her wound.
Waylon's body stiffened, and he asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Is it because of your wound?"
Alena nodded, her face turned pale at the moment.
Waylon's felt nervous, "Would you like to take you to the hospital?"
"No need," Alena replied. After a short while, the pain gradually lessened.
"Sorry, I was too impulsive." Waylon was afraid that Alena would be hurt again, so he got up and was about to leave.
Alena felt that Waylon still-
She knew that Waylon must be particularly uncomfortable at that moment. She gathered all the courage and took Waylon's hand. She said, "I will help you."
Waylon grabbed Alena's hand and guided it down.
They didn't know how long it lasted before Waylon finally released the tension on his lower body.
When Alena went downstairs, her face was flushed. Her hands were still a little soft, and she felt like she wanted to die in an instant when she saw the look on Miss Thompson's face.
She severely pinched the man next to her and gritted her teeth, "It's all because of you."
After his release, Waylon felt happiness radiating through him. He took the woman's hand and kissed her lips, "Then stop making trouble."
His tone made her blush, and even Miss Thompson, who was on the side, turned away and looked embarrassed.
There were a lot of dishes, and almost all of them were Alena's favorite. The dishes cooked at home were much better than takeaways, she realized.
Waylon still had things to deal with. He put down his utensils and said to her, "Eat slowly, and come to the study later."
"Yeah." At first, Alena didn't care. It was until she stood at the door of the study that she realized that something was wrong.
Why did Waylon ask her to go in the study? Was he going to say something important?
Her two knocks were followed by the man's low and cold voice, "Come in."
As soon as Alena entered, she saw the man behind the desk.
Waylon beckoned to her, "Come and sit down."
She asked, "Why did you suddenly call me to the study?"
Before Waylon came, this study was just an empty room, and she couldn't use it.
"Look at this." Waylon did not answer her question, and he handed a document to her.
"What is this?" With a suspicious glance, she looked at the document and discovered that it was Austine's confession. His explanation was densely written in the entire A4 paper.
Austine did not die after being kicked into the sea but was seriously injured, and then she was taken to the police station.
Waylon leaned on the soft chair, and he tapped his fingers on the tabletop rhythmically, "Austine confessed to the kidnapping of you, plus attempted murder. These two crimes are enough for her to suffer."
Alena was silent for a while, then she suddenly asked, "Then can she still live?"
Alena didn't ask if she could come out because she knew that if Waylon had told her about it, it meant that he would not stand by and watch Austine get away with it. She knew that Austine would not be able to come out again.
Waylon did not directly answer, "Since she dared to do it, she must be prepared to be punished by law."
The implication was already apparent.
Alena pursed her lips but said nothing.
If Waylon hadn't arrived in time on the cliff that day, she would have died.
She should pay for what she did. Austine did a lot of bad things, yet she didn't feel guilty.
"Okay, I see." Alena smiled and tried to change the conversation. She asked: "Would you like some tea?"
Miss Thompson was not staying there. She would usually leave after she finished cooking.
Waylon changed his posture and turned on the laptop, "No, I have something to work on. You should rest first."
Alena was stunned for a moment because she didn't expect Waylon to let her leave so quickly. She did not know why she was annoyed when he tried to be a gentleman.
"Oh, then I'll go first." Her hand was already on the doorknob when a man's low call suddenly came from behind her.
"Alena."
She stopped and looked back. Alena faced Waylon's burning gaze and asked, "What's the matter?"
He smiled and looked at her, "Go to bed and wait for me there."
Alena glared at Waylon fiercely. She was wrong because it was clear that he was not a gentleman. Waylon was a malicious big-tailed wolf.
When he saw the woman who was walking away, Waylon laughed happily.