Chapter 143 The Night Is Long
His eyes fell to the computer in front of him, and Waylon's smile gradually disappeared.
He won't let Austine come out again. He would make sure that the woman who dared to hurt her would suffer.
Whenever he would think of Alena's bloody appearance, he would be so angry that he wanted to cut Austine a thousand times.
Alfred prepared this villa for them. Mountains and rivers surrounded it, and the scenery was pleasant.
When Waylon returned to the Master's bedroom, he saw that Alena was barefoot and sitting on the carpet. Her petite body leaned to one side as if she was sleeping.
Waylon strode over and hugged her, "Why are you sleeping on the ground? What if you catch a cold?"
Alena opened her eyes in a daze and put her arms around his neck, "Are you finished?"
There was a hint of nasal sound in her soft tone, and Waylon frowned, "Why are you not taking care of your body?"
As he spoke, he had already come to the bedside, and he gently placed the woman on the soft bed. He put her on the table carefully, as if he was caring for a fragile treasure.
Alena's consciousness became clearer, and she changed her posture comfortably, "Where am I? I almost fell asleep!"
"I asked you to wait for me in bed. Why are you so disobedient?" He said to her, and he saw a flash of shyness in the woman's eyes.
Alena stretched out her hand and pushed him away, "I didn't say that I will obey you. Don't make any noise. I'm going to sleep."
The man's body didn't move, and Waylon smirked, "It just so happens that I'm sleepy too. Let's sleep together."
The bedding next to her sank, and she smells his unique scent. Alena struggled for a while before she was able to come out of his arms. She felt ashamed and angry, "I didn't say I want to sleep in the same room with you. Go out."
Waylon didn't open his eyes. He put his arms on her waist, "This is the Master's bedroom."
He was the righteous male owner of this villa, and of course, he should sleep there.
She realized that the excuse she said was not valid, so Alena stammered nervously when she spoke, "Then, I'll go to sleep next door."
Her body was pulled back firmly again. Waylon rolled over and pressed her down. His deliberately lowered voice was very magnetic, and it was like a silent temptation.
"Alena, the night is long. Are you willing to leave me alone?"
Alena could feel his body, and she realized how dangerous the current situation was.
She simply turned her head and threw out her most powerful words, "I'm a wounded patient."
She knew that Waylon would not do anything to her.
Waylon interrupted her, "So what? I won't do anything to you. I just want to hug you and sleep."
He turned over and laid down, his expression calm as if nothing had happened just now.
Alena was stunned for a while. She stared at him without blinking.
Waylon sighed helplessly, and he squeezed her waist, "Alena if you look at me like this, you will make me think you want to continue what we started earlier."
"Then you promise not to move around." When she said this, Alena herself didn't have much confidence. Waylon was vigorous and impulsive.
"Don't worry. I'm not like that." Waylon said.
The woman in his arms exuded the fragrance of shower gel, and the silk pajamas outline the delicate figure of her exquisite body. She was stiff because of tension, and she did not dare to move, but she had a fatal seductive and deceptive power.
It was as if her breath could stir up his impulse.
Waylon closed his eyes fiercely and pulled the quilt over his head. His voice was dull and helpless, "Alena, I really can't help it."
The night seemed to be particularly difficult, and when Alena woke up, it was already the following day.
She opened her eyes in a daze, but she screamed in fright.
Alena hurriedly covered her eyes and complained, "Why don't you dress inside the bathroom!"
Waylon was changing into the bathrobe, and his sturdy waist and well-defined abdominal muscles were unobtrusively exposed in her sight.
When he heard her scream, Waylon paused for a few seconds before he said unhurriedly, "What are you afraid of?"
He was dissatisfied with what happened last night, so his face was a bit unpleasant.
Alena could see that his morning was not good, so she looked away from him sorrowfully.
From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the man who had taken the shirt from beside him. Alena quickly turned her face away. Her eyes wandered around, and she didn't dare to meet him.
Waylon put on the last button slowly.
He began to adjust his tie, and he glanced down at his wristwatch, "It's still early. You can sleep again. Miss Thompson will come up to help you eat later."
Alena sat up from the bed and shook her head, "No, is sore after lying in the hospital for so long."
Waylon kissed her forehead, "Hey, you are familiar with this villa, right? You can move around at will, but be careful of your wound and wait for me to go home at night."
The man's voice was too gentle and natural as if this kind of dialogue had gone through thousands of times.
Alena wasn't able to recover until the door was closed.
She smiled, and her heart melted.
This was probably the life she dreamed of before. She dreamed that the person she would wake up with the person she loved.
The villa was huge, and Miss Thompson hadn't come over yet, but the empty house didn't seem lonely at all.
After a few months, her return there had a very different meaning to her.
It used to be a cage that trapped her, but at that moment, it was a stronghold to rely on.
She ran up and down and tidied every room. It was already half the afternoon after she finished cleaning everything.
Although servants could do these things, she didn't want others to lay hands on them. After all, this was her and Waylon's home.
The weather in summer was hot, and except for the heat, she was full of happiness. It seemed that doing these trivial things could make her very happy.
After cleaning, Alena sat and rested in the living room. While relaxing, she was sipping a glass of warm water.
The sound of fingerprint unlocking the door suddenly sounded, followed by the door being pushed open. Miss Thompson came in carrying two full plastic bags, "Miss Alena, I bought everything you want."
An hour ago, Alena called Miss Thompson and asked her to prepare more fresh ingredients.