Chapter 278
She smiled sweetly, took the initiative to take Waylon Gray's arm, nestled her head on his shoulder, and said in a daze, "Waylon Gray, can you promise me something?"
The subordinates in the villa had already retreated with vision. There were only two of them in the living room.
"What's the matter?" Waylon Gray also slowed down. His deep voice was also magnetic, as if with sultry magic.
It was just a few simple words, but Alena Wright couldn't help but fell into this kind of tenderness. She unconsciously said, "Waylon Gray, no matter what happens in the future. Let's stop quarreling."
Hearing these words, Waylon Gray only felt a shock in his heart, and slowly if warmth came up.
He smiled slowly and solemnly said, "Okay, I promise you, we won't quarrel no matter what happens in the future."
"No more cold war. If you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can say it. If you don't say anything, how do I know where I am wrong?"
Alena Wright took everything into consideration, which made Waylon Gray a little moved. She couldn't help but reached out her hand to touch her face and nodded vigorously, "I have remembered everything you said, and I will try my best to correct it in the future. I won't make you sad."
The two looked at each other and smiled silently.
Alena Wright got close to him a few minutes, and it was not until this moment that she finally had a feeling that this man entirely belonged to him.
She sighed faintly, somewhat helplessly, and rather funny, "You may not know that in the process of getting along between two people, the cold war is the most hurtful way."
Hearing the bitterness in her words, Waylon Gray's guilt in his eyes became more intense. He continued to ask cooperatively, "Why do you say that?"
Alena Wright laughs. He shook his head and said, "Men and women have different ideas. Perhaps in the eyes of your men, no matter how much you quarrel as long as you don't beat people, it's not too bad."
Waylon Gray nodded in agreement. This sentence is correct. Isn't it the truth?
Alena Wright saw his thoughts at a glance and smiled even more helplessly, "I said that men and women have different ideas. Did you know that in the eyes of women, the cold war hurts as much as a breakup? That is to say. Every time you and I have a cold war, it seems like we break up again."
Alena Wright raised her head to look at him and said word by word, "If it were you, would you feel sad?"
This question suddenly asked Waylon Gray, and he began to think about it carefully.
If Alena Wright broke up with him, then he would be desperate for life. He even lost interest in everything.
After finally realizing the terrifying nature of the Cold War, Waylon Gray couldn't help but said, "Alena Wright, I'm suddenly a little lucky."
"What are you grateful for?"
This time, Alena Wright was puzzled. What did this man think of?
Bowing his head and kissing her on the face, Waylon Gray said solemnly, "Fortunately, you have been so tolerant to me. You can still wait for me even during the cold war."
With just this sentence, Alena Wright felt that all previous grievances seemed worthwhile.
Her eyes were red, and she smiled, "It seems that you are not saved. There are so many straight men like you in this world. I'm afraid you can't save them!"
Waylon Gray looked dumbfounded, "Alena Wright, straight man? Is there still a curve?"
Alena Wright couldn't help but twitch, and Alena Wright was thankful. Fortunately, he hadn't drunk water just now. Otherwise, after hearing Waylon Gray's words, she would squirt out all in one mouthful.
Faced with his innocent look, Alena Wright chuckled dryly, "It's okay. Be as how you are now. Keep it up, and don't let me down."
Waylon Gray was not curious about what straight men and curvy men meant. He was quickly distracted, hugged her whole body from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, and rubbed her neck, "No, I won't let you down again in my life."
He has made up his mind that he will not do anything to hurt Alena Wright again. Those things that have passed will be the past forever. He will never mention it again.
After this conversation, the misunderstanding between the two people was temporarily resolved.
Alena Wright and Waylon Gray also got rid of the previous attitude of avoiding each other and reconciled.
Maybe it was because he was too depressed some time ago. Since the two people reconciled, the relationship has quickly heated up. No matter what they do, they are together and look intimate.
This made Darcy Harrington's lungs about to explode. She went around such a big circle with all the hardships, but in the end, the two of them were allowed to reconcile, which is not worth the loss!
And this time, it also proved Yves Kelly's foresight. He had already said that Alena Wright and Waylon Gray might reconcile in a short time. Fortunately, she listened to Yves Kelly's suggestion at the time and did not directly tell about the relationship with Waylon Gray. Otherwise, at best, it will only prolong their conflicts for some time.
But this is far from enough. What Darcy Harrington wants is to separate them.
This matter is also her last killer. Darcy Harrington will never say it quickly when she is not the last resort.
But from this point of view, it is indeed necessary to speed up the pace, to find a suitable opportunity to implement their previous plan immediately, so that Alena Wright will never stand up again.
With this idea, Darcy Harrington also began to pay close attention to the design competition results.
With everyone's eager anticipation, the day to announce the results finally arrived. Alena Wright was called to the office by Christiano Cohen early in the morning, waiting for the last moment to come.
When the needle was pointing to nine, Alena Wright's mobile phone on the table finally rang. The two people looked at it at the same time. It was indeed the number on the side of the competition.
It's not the first time Alena Wright has received this phone number, but this time she was a little nervous. It is now in the semifinals. If she wins, she can participate in the finals with the other two semifinals. It is the road to the final championship.
But if she stops here, then everything will end here.
Christiano Cohen knew she was nervous but couldn't help answering the phone. He used his eyes to signal her not to be afraid.
In this silent encouragement, Alena Wright finally plucked up the courage. She drew the call to the answer button and turned on the hands-free by the way, "Hello, this is Alena Wright."
The same thing was said over there, "Hello, Alena Wright."
Hearing this familiar voice, Alena Wright only felt that her heart was about to mention her throat, and time seemed to be particularly difficult. Still, it was just a few seconds of work, which appeared to be stretched infinitely.