Chapter 146
A long line has been lined up in the security check area.
Alena supported Alfred while her face was full of reluctance and worry. "Dad, you must pay attention to your body after you go there. If you are not used to it, come back early."
"You, sweet little girl..." Alfred laughed heartily but his expression was solemn. "Don't worry, I'll just go around and stay for a while in City A. Since I'll be there, might as well walk around to relax. I will be back soon. "
Alena was still a little bit disheartened but she resisted showing it. Instead, she smiled and nodded. "If that's so, Waylon and I will be waiting for you at home."
When Alfred heard this, he finally felt better and waved his hand dismissively at them. "Okay, you go back first, and don't pester me here."
Waylon glanced at the line up to Ron and nodded in agreement. "Dad, pay attention to your health and make a call when you arrive."
Alfred glared at him. "So now I know that you care about Winston."
Alena didn't want the two father and son to quarrel and come out to make a round of it, so she shook her arms coquettishly. "Dad, Waylon always respected you in his heart."
"You, speak for him." Although relieved, he couldn't help but be a little sulky.
Ron who's already in line waved towards them.
"Okay, thanks for seeing me off. You two can go back." When Alfred saw this, he immediately walked over and soon disappeared at the security checkpoint.
Alena retracted her gaze and glanced at the man beside her. "Let's go too."
"Yeah." Waylon took two steps forward and stood beside a trash can, throwing in the cup of coffee that he hadn't touched from the beginning. She looked at it for a moment and felt that something was wrong but couldn't pinpoint it.
Waylon walked away for a while and found that she didn't follow him. Looking back, he raised his eyebrows. "Won't you leave yet?"
"Wait." Alena recovered, suppressing the strange emotion that suddenly rose in her heart and trot to follow.
It was early in the morning when they came here. But now that it was noon, the sun was hanging high in the sky like a chandelier. Waylon kept walking and Alena briskly trot all the way to avoid being left by him. Under the scorching heat of the sun, a thin layer of sweat came out on her forehead but she couldn't help but increase her pace deliberately. She wore a pair of high heels and it was indeed inconvenient to walk even if it's just a short distance.
"Waylon, wait for me." She stretched out her hand but couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
Waylon's retreating exudes indifference that says he couldn't care less about the person behind him. The moment this thought arose, Alena was taken aback. She and Waylon have reconciled. However, the gap between them but seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
Already gone far away, he's still full of hostility. The coldness that emits in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze his surroundings three feet away. He kept walking with his nonchalant expression but there was a wave of vague anger hidden in it. What Alfred said today is like tearing open his festering wound. Even if Alfred took all the mistakes wholeheartedly, the resentment that was deeply rooted in his bones like seeds that have germinated didn't die down. Instead, it worsens and became even more painful because of the old memories.
Quickly following, Alena felt like walking on a treadmill. When she stepped out of her shoes, her high heels were unstable. Because of that, Alena exclaimed when she almost fell.
Hearing the movement, Waylon looked back reflexively. When he saw Alena staggering, his brows immediately frowned. "Are you okay?"
Hearing him speak, Alena ignored the pain in her ankle and hurriedly walked over. "Slow down, I can't keep up."
This time Waylon didn't put on a cold face. His thin lips were pursed and his footsteps slowed down. The car didn't stop far and within just a few steps away. As soon as they reached where it's parked, he opened the door of the passenger for her but still didn't say anything. After getting in the car, he fastened her seat belt and step on the accelerator, all the movements are done in one go.
He held the steering wheel with both hands and his dark eyes were like the pool of abyss, which made people unable to see the end at a glance.
Alena quietly looked at him over and over again and finally came to realized that Waylon was upset. She pondered for a moment before hesitating to question him. "What's wrong with you? Why are you unhappy?"
Waylon lifted his eyelids and replied faintly. "I'm not, you think too much."
Although he said no, his words were much shorter and indifferent than usual. Alena felt that he is but she couldn't figure out what happened to Waylon. The two of them were fine last night and even talked and laughed until they left in the morning. 'How could this be the case after going to the airport?' She wondered.
Of course, she wouldn't know that in this short time while the man next to her is giving her a cold treatment, making her almost crazy.
Waylon didn't intend to let her know as his black eyes narrowed slightly and all her emotions were absorbed. "The company has been a bit busy recently. I'm just too tired and there is nothing else, you don't need to think too much."
While the two were talking, Waylon didn't even look at her let alone made eye contact unlike what he usually does. He couldn't speak, but he didn't want to count the grudges on her back. Perhaps, keeping silent would be better to dissipate the anger that was stuck in his chest.
In any case, Alena's mother was one of the people who caused the tragedy for him that year. There is a saying called a mother's debt should be repayment which he has been practicing for the past three years.
But now that he was moved by her, he wasn't willing to hurt her intentionally. He can only feel better in his heart if he tries to ignore that Alena is the daughter of that woman. By then, he'll be appeased by the fact that she's her daughter.
Alena, who was kept in the dark, didn't know anything. Even though she could see that Waylon didn't tell the truth just now, she didn't think about it anymore since everyone needs privacy once in a while. Looking at his profile, the angular face outlines his jaw even more indifferently and the chill radiating from his body seems to be a thousand miles away.
Alena blinked in fright. The angry Waylon is extremely scary but she wanted to make him happy.
"Waylon..." She gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, deliberately posing a pitiful look.
Usually, as long as she shows this look, the first person to admit defeat will always be Waylon. Even if she does something that makes her unhappy, Waylon will turn his head around and coax her softly. But this time, Waylon didn't respond and didn't even give her half a point from the corner of his eye.
His thin lips moved slightly and three words were revealed indifferently. "Don't make trouble."
Alena was being greatly disturbed and a bit depressed. 'Is it because I trouble him?'
Right in front of her was a crossroad and the traffic light next to the intersection had a green light and jumped to a red light. The car slowly stopped in front of the sidewalk. Alena, who had been hanging out all the way didn't give up. Taking advantage of this emptiness, she leaned over to his side to hold his neck.