Chapter 229
"Darcy." Alena murmured lowly with a mist in her eyes. "I saved him five years ago. If I remind him again what happened, will he be good to me as he is to you?" When she said this, her mind was in a mess and completely haywire.
Hearing her say this, Darcy felt a sense of urgency. If she was asked to tell her, wouldn't she have to give up everything she bothered to conceal?
"Don't." Darcy didn't even hesitate to stop her.
Taken aback, Alena's wandering thoughts returned instantly. She looked at Darcy in confusion and faced her with an expression full of puzzlement. "Why not?"
If Waylon is so concerned about the one who saved him, then she must remind Waylon even more. 'Is it because five years have passed, so Waylon forgot? If I reminded him what he could remember, maybe the estrangement between us would vanish. After all, Waylon owes his life to me!' She thought.
When Darcy stopped Alena, she hadn't figured out her retort and was stunned by the question. Her brain was running fast and thought about the next countermeasures. As soon as she looked at her straight in the eye, she immediately thought of an excuse. "Alena, think about this. Now that the relationship between you and Waylon is rocky and quarreling at every turn, even if you mentioned that you saved him, he will feel that you are arguing for gratitude which will only backfire and make Mr. Gray hate you even more."
After speaking, she was afraid that she couldn't fully convince Alena so she added and feigned concern. "Besides, the reason why Mr. Gray is so good to me is that I'm just his subordinate. He is kind to me because he doesn't want to owe me a favor. But you are different, you are his wife. Shouldn't it be right to save him? If you resort with what you're planning and reminded him of the time you rescued him, it would surely make him feel that you were deliberately threatening him with your act." Loudly speaking to emphasize her point, her determined appearance made the person in front of her unable to find a reason for rebuttal.
Alena wanted to say no since she knew Waylon wouldn't think of her like that.
But before today's event happened, she felt that her husband wouldn't treat her indifferently nor wouldn't misunderstand her, but the facts in his action and attitude have proved that men's moods are changeable. She no longer has that confidence and assurance like she used to have. In the past, no matter what happens, Waylon will be by her side.
Slowly lowering her eyes, Alena smiled bitterly as she remained silent.
Seeing that she seemed to be shaken, Darcy breathed a sigh of relief and continued her efforts to persuade her subtly. "I'm your friend and all that I want is all the things for your own good. Stop being foolish for a while. It was so hard for you to get to this step! It wouldn't be worth it for you guys to be separated again just because of this petty fight."
She was sincere and believable, making her friend oblivious to her true intention. With her top-notch acting. she seemed to be thinking about Alena's well-being and life. Hardly noticing that what she's doing is otherwise.
After a moment of silence, Alena breathed a sigh of relief as if conceding defeat. Nodding, she casually asked. "I know, but what should I do?"
She said everything that should be said and done what should be done. She doesn't know what else should she do to make Waylon still want her.
Since she wants to continue to play the role of a good friend, of course, she has to encourage Alena and give enlightenment when she is confused and sad. Then, Darcy casually said a few words. "You just need to treat him well and care about him a little bit more often, I think there shouldn't be a big problem after that."
"Is it that simple?" Alena raised her head and looked expectantly as tears brimmed in her doll-like eyes. She felt so sad and dejected to the point that she could hardly breathe.
Darcy stretched out her hand and patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, you will patch things up with him. You still have me. I saved Mr. Gray and he is pretty good to me. I will speak for you so all you need to do is cheer up, Alena!"
The warmth between their friendship made Alena feel better. She wiped her tears and barely squeezed out a smile, thankful for her friend. "Darcy, I need to thank you so much. Last afternoon, I treated you so badly and I even wronged you. It's my fault, I hope you don't get angry with me."
How could Darcy not be angry? Of course, she is! But even if she was dying of anger, she wouldn't dare to admit it in person. Suppressing her annoyance, she just offered her an understanding smile. "Alena, we are best friends. Of course, I won't be angry with you! Otherwise, I won't be here with you, telling you things that you must do. You said sorry so much so cut it out."
Having said that, she thought of something and immediately added. "By the way, Mr. Gray doesn't want me to tell you this. Don't let him know that I told you. Okay?"
"Yeah, I understand." Alena nodded in agreement.
Sensing her trust, Darcy breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that Alena always keeps her promise. As long as she promised to do something, she wouldn't let it unfulfilled so she doesn't have to worry at all. Thinking of the necklace, Darcy thought that she would wear it at Waylon's place.
The two exchanged a few more casual conversations when Alena stood up from the chair. "It's too early and you can rest as soon as possible. I'll just let the helper come up to clean it later, alright?"
"I see, you should rest soon too." Darcy got up and sent Alena out of the door, still limping and continuing to act as if she was crippled.
"Take a rest early and don't exhaust yourself." Smiling kindly, Alena turned and strode away.
Watching her gradually disappear, the smile on Darcy's face darkened little by little. She snorted coldly, knowing that once she came back, Alena was bound to stand in between them. 'This woman is annoying. What a thorn in my throat!'
However, also because of Alena's words today, Darcy suddenly felt that her plans should be executed quickly. 'It seems that there isn't much time left for me. If one day Alena accidentally tells the truth about five years ago, then I will have to give up all my efforts. I must find a way to get into Waylon's heart as soon as possible. Even if I can't get his heart, I must get his people!'
Darcy's eyes gleamed with an inevitable light, plastered a sneer of unknown meaning at the corner of her mouth. Slowly, she closed the door.
At the same time, Waylon who returned to the study room also received a call from Yves. His voice sounded as gentle as ever as if nothing had happened. "I heard you were injured?"
Waylon kept walking, maintaining his unbothered and expressionless face. He went straight to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of red wine with one hand, and shook it twice. Placing it on the tip of his nose, the scent of it is invigorating. Lafite in 1982 is indeed good, just smelling it makes anyone feel charmed.
It's a pity that he wasn't in a good mood, so he didn't have any interest in the exquisite taste of it, raising his head and drank it in one sip.
Waylon didn't even blink his eyes. "How did you know?"
He was injured. No one knew about him except the people around him, so the news of Yves knowing was a little baffling.
"Why? I think it's not easy to do things like this? Especially for a high-profile person like you?"