Chapter 175
Played in the bar last night and came back in the middle of the night, and was woken up by the doorbell early in the morning, Darcy inevitably became a little angry.
"Who is that? Can't people let me sleep anymore?" She opened the door aggressively, and she was startled for a moment when she saw Alena standing outside the door. The meanness on her face was too late to constrain, so the whole person seemed to be stunned. Kind of funny.
Alena didn't pay attention to these details. She was thinking about asking about yesterday's affairs. After entering the door, she directly pulled Darcy and sat down on the sofa.
She asked anxiously: "Darcy, tell me what happened yesterday?"
Darcy was shocked when she heard this, thinking that Alena already knew the truth, but after thinking about it, she felt wrong. How could Alena, a stupid woman, know?
She thought for a while and deliberately pretended to be ambiguous: "It was just what you saw yesterday. Someone molested me in the bar. Fortunately, you arrived in time, otherwise I would be miserable. Then I found someone to come back to save you. But I heard others say that you have left."
Alena bit her lip: "I know someone was molesting you. I was asking about what happened later. Waylon saw those people who acted on me. He misunderstood!"
"What?" Darcy hid in the dark and saw everything clearly, but in order not to show her feet, she still pretended to be surprised.
"You mean, Mr. Gray thought you had an abnormal relationship with those men?"
"That's right." Alena nodded sadly, thinking of Waylon's attitude and a little bit of wanting to cry, but she forced her to pretend to be nonchalant.
Darcy rolled her eyes and thought that she could just take the opportunity to inquire what Waylon meant now.
So, she took Alena's hand affectionately, and put on a look of warmth: "Alena, are you okay? Is Waylon always angry?"
As the saying goes, family's ugliness should not be publicized. Alena didn't say everything, but she evasively said: "He is very angry, so we have a cold war."
However, Darcy was very satisfied, and there was an imperceptible smile at the corner of her mouth: "Ah, what can we do then?"
She wished that Waylon became angrier, and it was better to recognize her true face from now on, and stay away from each other.
Alena took a sip from the water glass in front of her, sighed quietly, and immediately said, thinking of her purpose, "Darcy, I don't want the misunderstanding to continue like this. You know the truth about this matter best, I hope you can testify for me."
The smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and Darcy cursed in her heart.
It was a wishful thinking to even want her to come forward to testify!
But now is not the time to tear her face, Darcy must find a way to delay.
Seeing her hesitating, Alena frowned slightly: "Don't you want to testify for me?"
"How could it be?" Darcy quickly denied. She turned her eyes and thought of a set of excuses: "Alena, it's not that I don't want to testify for you, but the relationship between me and you. What I said, you think Mr. Gray would believe me? Even if I put all the human and physical evidence in front of him, Mr. Gray will feel that I'm just covering you. Do you think I'm right?"
As if a basin of cold water was pouring down, Alena was like in an ice cellar.
She took everything too much for granted and didn't even consider the possibility.
Seeing that she was no longer insisting, Darcy quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "You don't have to be too discouraged. Time will prove everything. Maybe Mr. Gray will be able to figure it out after a while!"
"Will he?" Alena whispered softly, feeling that this possibility is extremely low.
But what can she do if not? Waylon didn't listen to her explanation at all.
Of course, not?
If she never explained, Waylon always feels that she accepted it.
The longer it takes, the harder it is to reverse this impression.
Darcy looked at her in such a desperate look, she was not too proud of it, but in order to prevent Alena from doubting her, she still faked and comforted: "Don't worry, it will definitely happen. Wait for a while, If Mr. Gray's anger is gone, I will also find a chance to explain it clearly to him."
She was completely saddened by Waylon. The comfort from a good friend finally gave Alena some warmth. She barely raised her head and smiled: "Thank you, Darcy."
Darcy waved her hand and held her shoulders, with her head next to her, as close as she had been many times before.
"What are you still saying thank for between you and me? What's more, this matter was originally due to me. I should be the one who should say thank you." She patted Alena on the shoulder, stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "I think you haven't eaten this early, I'll cook some oats and we will eat together."
In fact, it is not too early now, but for Darcy, who has just gotten up, it is no different from morning.
Alena is indeed a little hungry. From last night until now, she hasn't eaten anything except a glass of water just now. If it weren't for the depression, she would have been hungry long ago.
Soon, the fragrance came from the kitchen, and Alena was lying on the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms in a daze.
Darcy glanced at her secretly, and a sneer of disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Wait, this is just the beginning!
Soon, she will take everything from her bit by bit!
Waylon belongs to her, and her position of power is also hers!
Soon, Darcy brought the oatmeal out and handed it to Alena, and then put on a bitter expression: "You can eat as much as you want. If you break down your body, you will have nothing."
Alena didn't want her to worry, so she nodded reluctantly.
The spoon was stirred gently in the white porcelain bowl, but she had no appetite. Now, let alone oatmeal and side dishes, she might not be able to eat it even if it was a full-fledged banquet.
Darcy was very happy to eat. A small bowl of oatmeal will see the bottom in a while. She put the bowl aside and said: "By the way, I forgot something for you."
"What?" Alena looked up suspiciously and saw Darcy taking a bag from the cabinet beside her. She recognized that bag was her own at a glance.
She asked suspiciously: "Why is it here?"
In the chaos yesterday, Alena used the bag as a weapon to resist those shameless men, and as a result, the bag was also snatched away, not knowing where they threw it.
Darcy had already prepared her remarks, when she asked her to explain calmly: "Mr. Gray went to the bar with Yves yesterday. At that time, Waylon took you directly and left. It was Yves who picked up this bag. Later, I happened to take someone back to rescue you, Yves handed this bag to me and asked me to give it to you."