Chapter 159
"Are you so sure?" Darcy looked at the dishes in front of her and pretended to say casually: "Perhaps he's just acting, and he still hates you?"
When she heard this, Alena froze, but her wits soon returned. "Probably not. He is not a person who likes acting."
"What's wrong?" When she saw that she seemed to be shaken, Darcy enthusiastically clamped the beef in the pot in front of her and said, "Don't be fooled by him stupidly. He hated you so much before, but he suddenly changed his mind without reason."
Even if she couldn't take Waylon away from her at that moment, it would make her happy to add obstacles to their relationship.
It was not too clever to instigate discord, but her original determined mind had undergone a subtle change because of the thorn in Alena's heart.
She could lie to anyone, but she couldn't lie to herself.
The other night, she had tossed and turned because of this problem.
Did he honestly not care about her former identity?
Or, in other words, did he truly not hate her anymore?
Unexpectedly, her mood changed. This subtle uncertainty seemed to take root.
The smile on her face gradually disappeared, and Alena was a little lost.
She said, unsure, "I think that he wouldn't be this kind of person."
"You should not be so sure." Darcy saw that Alena was shaking, and she was delighted. She snorted coldly and looked at her with scrutiny in her eyes. "Ask yourself, what kind of woman do people like him want? Why does he have a soft spot for you? What's more, he hated you for three years, not three days!"
She slammed her spoon on the table and sneered. "I see. You are too naive and easy to be deceived. Maybe Waylon is using this method to retaliate against you. He is letting you succumb to him, and then he will kick you away after he got you!"
The more Darcy spoke, the more reasonable it sounded. Even she believed her a little.
Alena's face was pale. It was as if the fear is hidden in the deepest part of her heart suddenly broke free.
Darcy's words utterly condemned her, and every sentence came to her heart. Her words revealed the panic and unsettledness hidden under the surface of happiness.
Alena squeezed the spoon in her hand.
She lowered her head and remained silent. Her long eyelashes cast a dark shadow under her eyelids.
When she saw her downcast appearance, Darcy suddenly felt a sense of happiness. The smile on her mouth gradually spread. "Alena, you have to keep an eye open so as not to be hurt!"
Darcy looked sincere. It was as if she was terrified that her good friend would embark on the road of disaster.
The smell of the soup was a bit pungent, and Alena's face was flushed because of the smoke.
She tried to tell herself that Waylon would not be that kind of person.
She repeated self-doubt and self-denial over and over again. Something in her mind seemed to fight each other.
One was telling her to trust him.
The other one was asking her if she wanted to repeat the same mistakes.
In her heart, Alena thought of the scene that happened in the past.
At that time, she was pushed off the cliff by Austine, who was crazy. Waylon, who appeared, suddenly pulled her up, and he saved her.
She still remembered the expression on Waylon's face at that moment. His eyes were full of fear that he might lose her, and his arm became so powerful when he rescued her from death.
Alena suddenly realized that if Waylon hated her, he would not risk his life to save her!
After she figured this out, the confusion in her heart gradually cleared away, and a beam of warm light dispelled all the haze.
Alena raised her head and looked at Darcy on the opposite side seriously. She said, "Darcy, I know you are saying this for my good, but I don't want you to repeat this."
Darcy frowned. Why did she suddenly become so plausible again?
Alena pursed her lips, and her voice was not loud but shocking. "Since we have started to be friends again, of course, we must trust each other unconditionally. I believe that Waylon has feelings for me. I don't want you to say something like this in the future. Besides, I don't want to listen."
Alena's expression was serious.
Darcy became afraid of what Alena would see, and she was guilty unconsciously. She glanced around and reluctantly agreed. "I am worried about you, so I told you this. If you don't like listening, I will stop talking."
"I know." After she patted her hand, Alena eased her tone. "I know you are saying this for my good, but only us know our relationship. Don't worry. I will always be happy."
Darcy nodded slowly. "That's good."
She withdrew her hand and took a sip from the water glass on the table.
The moment she raised her head, intense ridicule and regret flashed across her eyes.
What a pity!
Alena seemed to be a little smarter now.
After dinner, the two decided to go home. Alena and Darcy walked to the side of the road together, ready to go home by car.
"I'm delighted after having that soup! Let's meet again next time!" Alena rubbed her belly, and her delicate little face was filled with satisfaction.
Darcy raised her eyelids indifferently and was about to speak. At the end of her sight, she saw cars speeding by.
Evil thoughts would often occur at a specific moment.
At that moment, Darcy's mind kept echoing the words Yves said.
Get rid of her. If she would get rid of Alena, she could become Waylon's woman.
It seemed that a devil was instigating in her ear. The moment Darcy stretched out her hand, there was only one thought in her heart.
Go to hell!
Alena was standing on the side of the road to see if she could get a taxi. At that moment-
A strong force suddenly struck from behind her, and her body leaned forward uncontrollably. She slid from the safe side of the road to the fast lane.
"Ah!" Alena exclaimed. When she saw the car speeding by her side, her heart started to beat hard in her chest.