Chapter 190
Alena Wright stared at the shirt at his neckline, swallowed unconsciously, the tension in her heart had reached its peak, and she seemed to be ready to express herself at any time.
"Why? Not willing?" Waylon Gray smiled cruelly, with anger in his eyes, but his tone was still calm.
Alena didn't speak, but just proved to him with actions.
The woman's hands were cold, and there was an obvious tremor the moment she touched his chin.
Waylon is motionless like a mountain, his indifferent eyebrows are like a sharp painting, and the whole person reveals a powerful aura that makes people shudder.
Alena's hand stiffly touched the first button on his neckline, her complexion kept changing, and finally she unbuttoned the button tremblingly, revealing the strong chest inside.
There was a sudden burst of chill in the other eyes, and Waylon grabbed Alena's hand that was still going down.
Suddenly caught by him, Alena froze for a moment, then raised her head to look at him, with doubts and fleeting relief in her eyes.
"Enough..." He scolded coldly and slammed the ignorant woman away.
Waylon's strength was too great, and Alena had no power to parry. She leaned back and slammed her back against the cold coffee table in front of her.
The sharp pain seemed to come from the spine, and she frowned.
But in the next second, Alena knew what was more painful than this kind of pain.
Waylon stood up abruptly, and the woman who fell to the ground, the condescending eyebrow was full of disdain: "Alena, can you be a little bit cheaper?"
He patted the place where she had just touched in disgust: "I have never seen a woman like you who is self-willing and depraved. If you please, don't you have any self-esteem?"
Alena went pale with tears in her eyes: "But, it's not you..."
Confused by the anger, Waylon looked at Alena like this, not only did not have any pity, but felt that she was extremely pretentious.
"Shut up." He sneered: "Let you do whatever you want. As expected, just like your mother, for the sake of the upper ranks, she will use all means, whether it doesn't matter who is making this request to you today, as long as he can help you, you will agree?"
Alena's mother is a thorn that lies between them, usually invisible and intangible, but it will never fade away.
It's not that Waylon always had a grudge against her mother, but Alena never expected that he would say such humiliating words.
She stumbled up from the ground and staggered back two steps: "Actually, in your heart, you always hated my mother, right?"
"So, what?" Waylon did not deny.
If it weren't for Alena's mother, his home might still be intact now, and his mother would not leave the world with regret.
After getting an affirmative answer, Alena smiled sadly: "If this is the case, then why do you keep me by your side?"
She pushed Waylon's chest like crazy, the man's footsteps were steady, and he was not shaken at all.
Alena cried and beat him, tears falling down: "Waylon, have you ever loved me? Have you ever?"
"Enough..." He grabbed Alena's hands and his eyes were red: "I warn you, don't put your mother in front of me, otherwise..."
Otherwise, he didn't say anything clearly, but they knew each other well.
Alena laughed at herself and shook her head and pushed him away: "That's why you indiscriminately wronged me; that's why you don't even have basic trust in me."
Every time she said something, the pain in her heart became intense. At the end, she almost snarled: "It's because you always refuse to forgive my mother, that's why you humiliate me like this, right?"
Waylon looked at her coldly, his back straightened, but his hands hanging beside him could not help but clenched into fists.
There was no answer, but Alena obviously had an answer in her heart.
She bit her lip and squeezed two words between her teeth: "You won."
After speaking, she turned straight and left.
Seeing such a petite figure swiftly running towards the door, Waylon's footsteps moved forward slightly imperceptibly, but it was nothing more than this, and there was no more movement.
The door of the study room was slammed shut.
Waylon sank and sat on the sofa. He lowered his head, pressing one hand on his forehead, a little painful.
Until this time, Waylon hadn't realized how hurtful what he said and what he did, and Alena's departure was not important to him.
But when Miss Rhea ran up in a panic, he finally realized that it seemed that it really hurt the little woman's heart.
"Mr..." Rhea ran into the study in a panic, because she was so nervous that she even forgot to knock on the door.
Waylon raised his eyes and looked at her, his sharp eyes made Rhea's back feel a bit chilly.
But thinking about what she was going to say next, Rhea didn't care too much. She stepped forward and said: "Sir, Madam ran out. She didn't even change her shoes. She was wearing slippers. She stumbled and ran out like that. Did she encounter any danger?"
Rhea was a sensible person, even she could see that there was something abnormal between Waylon and Alena, so she didn't say much, she just told Alena's departure.
Waylon stood up from the sofa quickly, took two steps forward, but stopped quickly.
Rhea looked at him puzzled: "Sir?"
Waylon closed his eyes, his voice low: "You go down first."
Rhea did not understand, but she didn't dare to ask more, nodded respectfully, and stepped back.
Waylon didn't call Bill Clay's phone until all the voices disappeared.
Bill has been a little helpless recently. The president and his wife are quarreling, he likes to harass her in the middle of the night.
But when he opened his mouth, Bill still upholds the professional qualities of an assistant: "Mr. Gray, what are your orders?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and just when Bill suspected that it was a wrong number, Waylon's voice finally came over: "Alena ran out. Find out her whereabouts within half an hour."
Bill froze for a moment, and immediately realized the seriousness of the matter: "Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Waylon walked slowly to the balcony, looking at the dark night outside the window, his eyes were dark and turbulent.
By his means, Alena's safety can be guaranteed without personal appearance. As long as he gives an order, no one in the entire city A dares to move her.
Bill moved quickly, and Alena's traces quickly passed to Waylon's hands: "Mr. Gray, Miss Wright went to Miss Harrington's apartment."