Chapter 180
When she came out of the office, Alena felt very happy the more she thought about it.
It was her dream to become an internationally renowned designer.
And now, she seemed to be getting closer and closer to her dream.
Alena hummed a song as she returned to her seat. She ignored the curious gazes of her colleagues.
Time flashed quickly, and soon it was time to get off work.
Alena hesitated for a while but decided to go home on time.
After all, she had a big quarrel with Waylon yesterday because of her late return. If she returned late today, he would be angrier at her?
She organized her desk, and then she made her way out of the company's door.
"Miss Alena!" A figure suddenly rushed out and directly blocked Alena's way.
Alena was taken aback, and she almost fell when she retreated.
"Be careful!" A hand caught her in time.
Alena saw the person in front of her. The man was Darcy's friend, Kevin.
When she was about to leave Darcy's house yesterday, Darcy told her that she was worried for her, and she asked her friend, Kevin, to send her back.
Alena asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"
She was not familiar with him. Why did he come to see her?
Kevin scratched his head with a shy face and simply handed the rose in his hand to her. "Miss Alena, after I took you home yesterday, I couldn't fall asleep. I think I fell in love with you at first sight."
Many people were coming and going at the door, and many people have noticed them. They all cast their meaningful glances at them.
On the side of the road, a silver-gray Lamborghini stopped quietly in the corner.
The car window was half-opened, and Waylon's angular profile became even colder in the light.
Bill glanced at the two people in front of them and peaked at his boss's face from the rearview mirror. He suddenly felt scared, and he felt chills all over his body.
Waylon's gloomy gaze fell on Alena. He watched as the man handed over a bunch of flowers. His smile of sarcasm grew wider and wider.
It was so plausible last night, but that day, the facts spoke louder than words.
As he thought of what Darcy said in the office, Waylon's eyes became colder.
It seemed liked she was with this man yesterday.
Alena felt that her head was aching. She rubbed her eyebrows and was about to refuse when a shadow suddenly came in front of her.
Waylon dragged her behind him and gave Kevin a warning look. He turned around and left with her without saying a word.
Alena didn't expect Waylon to appear suddenly. She had a shocked expression on her face. How could he be here? Did he see what happened just now?
Did he misunderstand her again?
"Waylon-" Alena wanted to explain.
"Shut up!" Waylon violently interrupted Alena's words. He completely ignored the 10-centimeter high heels on Alena's feet and dragged her away.
Kevin finally reacted after a moment, and he quickly followed up. "Hey, who are you? Let go of her!"
Waylon didn't listen to him, but his face became gloomier.
Bill stepped forward and stood in front of Kevin. He said, "My boss and his wife are going home now. Gentleman, please don't bother them."
Wife?
Kevin was stunned, and it took a long time before he murmured, "Isn't she single?"
Alena was pulled by Waylon and squeezed into the car roughly. He then locked the door, and Bill drove away.
The speed of the car was breakneck. Wind poured in from the open window, and Alena's hair was flying wildly with the air.
Waylon had a sullen face, and the violent aura on his body was frightening.
Alena wanted to explain, but he did not listen to her words. As she looked at the man's fierce eyes, she pursed her lips. She would not dare to talk to him again at this time.
The car stopped at the door of the villa. Waylon grabbed her wrist, dragged the person directly into the living room, and ignored Alena's protest.
Miss Rhea Thompson was cooking, and when she heard the commotion, she ran out. "Sir, this is-"
"Get out!"
She was about to say something, but she was angrily interrupted by the man. Miss Thompson hurriedly lowered her head.
Miss Thompson had been there for so long, and she had never seen Waylon like this.
Miss Thompson came out. Waylon no longer had any scruples and threw Alena on the sofa fiercely.
The sofa was made of leather. Although she wasn't hurt, the sudden dizziness she felt was not very pleasant.
Alena was trapped on the sofa. As soon as she raised her head, she saw that Waylon was very close to her. The sudden increase in weight made her feel a little flustered.
"Waylon, what are you doing? Listen to me. It is not what you think it is!"
She tried her best to explain clearly, but what she got was a sneer of disdain from the man. Waylon snarled, "Alena, ask yourself, how many times have you said this sentence?"
She froze for a moment and immediately realized the sarcasm in his words. "What do you mean? Don't you still believe me?"
"Enough!" He sneered and held Alena's hands on top of her head. "I don't want to listen to your excuses anymore. Since you are so hungry and you can't live without a man, then I will fulfill your desires!"
His unique breath filled Alena's nose, and it caused her heart to miss a beat.
Waylon moved very quickly and untied his tie with one hand. He then threw it aside. His eyes were red.
At that time, if Alena still didn't understand what he wanted to do, she would be an idiot. When she noticed the man's intention, she struggled desperately.
It was just that the power gap between them was too significant. Alena's struggle not only didn't have any effect, but it further stimulated Waylon's anger.
With a tug, the thin cloth she was wearing was thrown onto the ground. Waylon, like an out-of-control beast, kissed her directly.
Alena was unresponsive, and an unprecedented strange feeling enveloped her.
It was as if Waylon wanted to torture her deliberately.
Alena's breathing was a bit messy, and an abnormal redness gradually appeared on her cheeks. She tried her best to push away the man who was pressing on her body, but she couldn't.
"Waylon, don't be like this!"