Chapter 216
In the living room.
Waylon Gray sat on the sofa. The sun shone on him through the gap in the window. The whole person was covered by a halo, looking as handsome as a god descending to the world.
Darcy Harrington couldn't help but look a little dazed. The little woman's feelings instantly fermented. She wanted to rush into his arms.
As if feeling her scorching gaze, Waylon Gray slowly turned his head to look at her, and under Darcy Harrington's gaze, he slightly hooked the corner of his mouth.
A long time ago, Darcy Harrington once heard a sentence when she saw Waylon Gray missed her life.
She didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at the time, but now, Waylon Gray smiled. She wanted to stay by his side for the rest of her life.
"Mr. Gray." She whispered in a low voice, with love at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. She had to desperately restraint and couldn't help but want the other party to know.
Waylon Gray was immersed in his thoughts and did not notice her abnormality. It was not until Darcy Harrington stood still in front of him that she faintly said, "You don't need to be so cautious."
In any case, Darcy Harrington is his lifesaver. Even five years ago, the two were so close. If it were not because he met Alena Wright, perhaps he would keep his promise and be responsible to her.
Darcy Harrington was delighted and immediately changed her words without hesitation, "Then, can I call you Waylon Gray like Alena Wright?"
"Yeah." Waylon Gray didn't have any opinion between her and Darcy Harrington. He didn't mention the life-saving grace five years ago. He only said that there is a relationship like Alena Wright. They are not just the relationship between the superior and the subordinate.
However, he suddenly mentioned that Alena Wright's expression had a subtle change.
This woman turned the other way around and turned a blind eye to her whereabouts.
Didn't she worry a little bit, worried that something happened to him? Is there Someone else out there?
Alena Wright didn't care at all, whether it was his safety or his heart.
This thought flashed through his mind, Waylon Gray's clenched fist subconsciously. The indifferent breath enveloped him, making people afraid to get closer.
Darcy Harrington also meant that she had mentioned Someone who shouldn't be mentioned. A flash of annoyance flashed in her eyes. She deliberately pretended to be at a loss, "Did I say something that shouldn't be said that made you unhappy?"
Waylon Gray returned to his senses, looking down at the woman who didn't know where to put her tense hands. Her expression finally eased a little, "No, you don't need to overthink."
He seemed to have thought of his previous attitude towards her. He paused and added, "Let it go the past. You saved me twice. Do you have anything you want? I can give you."
Darcy Harrington heard Waylon Gray say that he would give her whatever she wanted.
She raised her head abruptly and looked at him. Her phoenix eyes gradually getting excited, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course." Waylon Gray said firmly, "No matter what you want in the future, I will do my best to satisfy you."
No matter Darcy Harrington wants money, a house, or even power, he will give her.
He has broken the trust of Darcy Harrington once, and he will not break the trust a second time.
Nothing in this world can be bought with money, and the last thing he lacks is money. After this matter is calm, he can give her a sum of money or even promote her to be safe and worry-free for the rest of her life.
However, Darcy Harrington wanted more than just that.
She wants more than what he thinks.
The phrase "I want you" is almost gushing out.
Darcy Harrington endured it before she could barely endure it. She still remembered Yves Kelly's warning to her that Waylon Gray was not Someone who would divorce Alena Wright to repay her life-saving grace.
Now the relationship between the two people has finally eased. She is not yet able to determine what Waylon Gray is willing to do for her. If she speaks rashly again, she is afraid that Waylon Gray will be aware of her thoughts. She will lose more than the gains.
After several entanglements, Darcy Harrington bitterly endured that sentence and barely squeezed out a smile, "I will thank you first. I haven't thought about what I want. So, let me tell you when I think about it."
"Okay..." Waylon Gray readily agreed.
On the other side, Alena Wright once again devoted herself to work.
She was initially a desperate person at work and now facing such an important game. She dare not be distracted.
As a result, they ignored Waylon Gray and Darcy Harrington, who had never appeared.
The atmosphere in the design department is tranquil. Alena Wright sits in her office. She has a unique charm in her whole body when she is serious. The arc of her profile makes people look elegant and beautiful.
"Knock..." When the door was knocked suddenly, Alena Wright said without raising her head, "Please come in."
Then there was the sound of footsteps, and a dark shadow fell on top of her head.
After a long time to hear Someone speaking, Alena Wright raised her head strangely. After seeing the person, she opened her mouth in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Yves Kelly smiled, pulled the chair, and sat down in front of her, with his legs folded in an elegant and leisurely posture, "Why can't it be me? I haven't seen you for so long. I'll come to see you."
"No, I was just a little surprised and didn't mean anything else." Alena Wright explained with a smile. Since the last time she hurriedly met in a bar, she seemed to have never seen Yves Kelly again. She treated him suddenly appeared surprised.
She asked casually, "What have you been up to lately? Why have I not seen you for a long time?"
Alena Wright put down the paintbrush in her hand, got up, and poured him a glass of water herself.
Yves Kelly took it with a smile, "Thank you."
After he took a sip of water, he said meaningfully, "I'm working on a big event. A big event that is very important to me."
"What's the matter? It's so mysterious?" Alena Wright looked at him curiously. Yves Kelly's face was uncommonly proud, different from the funny and humorous image in his memory.
Yves Kelly just smiled and did not speak, drank the water in the cup, and said faintly: "When I succeed the day, you will naturally know."
"Okay." Seeing him looking like he didn't want to say anything. Alena Wright couldn't stalk her anymore. Anyway, everyone has their secrets. She didn't want to ask the bottom line.
Yves Kelly put the cup aside with a hand on his face. A smile of an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, "What about you? What have you been up to lately? How are you doing?"
She doesn't know if it is her illusion. Alena Wright always feels that today's Yves Kelly looks a little strange. Even the smile on his face is a little unusual.