Chapter 284
The cold water touched her skin. It caused a bitter chill. The cold touch made Alena Wright's mind sober again.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup seemed to have been spent, because she had just vomited. She described it as embarrassing.
She looked sadder with the effect of alcohol in her body, she couldn't help but cry.
When a person was most vulnerable, the first thing he thought of was always the person he trusted the most.
Out of a certain instinct, Alena Wright slowly took out her phone and dialed Waylon Gray's number. At that moment, she was in this state and she couldn't be sure whether Waylon Gray answered the phone or not. She just vented to the phone.
"Waylon Gray, you bastard! Why are you doing this to me?"
On the other end of the phone, Waylon Gray was sitting in the study and drinking tea. He suddenly heard Alena Wright's scolding from the phone and couldn't help but froze.
It was not over yet, Alena Wright sniffed and continued. "I am so good to you, thinking of you everything, but you didn't tell me anything! Waylon Gray, you are too much!"
Maybe it was because of the backlog of grievances that had been accumulated in her heart for too long. Alena Wright had even forgotten the fact that she and Waylon Gray have reconciled. In addition, a woman's subconscious was full of grudges and she was a bit more than when she was awakened and cared about.
Waylon Gray listened silently and finally noticed something wrong in Alena Wright's voice.
She seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol. Her speech was not only illogical, but also a bit intermittent. It was accompanied by occasional alcoholic hiccups. Obviously, she was not lightly drunk.
It was all done like that and I did not forget to call him and scold him. It seemed that she really hurt him.
Waylon Gray smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't care about Alena Wright's rhetoric but coaxed nicely. "Where are you now? May I pick you up?"
"Where am I?" Alena Wright looked around, repeating unconsciously, suddenly remembering that she saw the sign before entering the hotel. She immediately answered. "I'm at the silent bar."
Hearing the word bar, Waylon Gray also frowned subconsciously. He wondered why Alena Wright would go to such a place again when she was so good.
However, Waylon Gray also knew very well that with Alena Wright's current state, it was not suitable to ask these questions at all. Even if he asked, Alena Wright might not be able to answer them.
Taking the suit on the side in a hurry, Yves Kelly grabbed the key on the table and started to rush to the bar.
After hearing Alena Wright's crying voice on the phone, Waylon Gray was a little more anxious than usual. She stepped on the gas pedal to the end. He wanted to get to her as quickly as possible.
Fifteen minutes later, Waylon Gray appeared at the door of the two silent bar.
He walked in all the way, avoiding those ghosts and monsters and finally came to the women's bathroom. Even standing outside the door, he could still hear Alena Wright's intermittent crying.
"Waylon Gray, why are you not talking? Are you talking?"
The black line on Waylon Gray's face was cut off when he came out, but Alena Wright hadn't noticed it for so long?
Did she just talk to herself on the phone for so long?
Thinking about this, Waylon Gray suddenly felt a little distressed. He raised his foot and prepared to go in.
The waiter stood at the door and immediately stopped him. He looked at Waylon Gray up and down with a weird look and kindly reminded him. "Sir, the men's bathroom is over there. This is the women's bathroom."
For a moment, Waylon Gray's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Other people may just be kind and Waylon Gray wouldn't be good at it. He just glanced at him coldly, with a strong warning in his eyes.
Probably because his eyes were too deterrent, the waiter involuntarily took a step back and began to cry in his heart.
My goodness, I thought this business was easy, but it turned out to be a lot of unconscious masters.
At this time, the waiter probably guessed that Waylon Gray had come to Alena Wright. After all, from his dress to his temperament, he didn't look like a person with special habit.
After receiving so much money from Darcy Harrington, he also promised that she would take a good look at the woman inside. If he was to take the person away like this, how would he deal with it?
And there was the most important point. The waiter could see that Darcy Harrington was not a soft-hearted host. She had already let go of the cruel words at the time. If Alena Wright was really let go, the evil woman would definitely not. Let yourself go!
Thinking about it that way, the waiter dared not let Waylon Gray in. He hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile. "This gentleman, we have more female guests here. If you rush in, I'm afraid it will bring you some unnecessary trouble."
If it weren't for Waylon Gray's extraordinary dress, the waiter would not talk nonsense with him and would definitely notify the security immediately to throw out this seemingly perverted person.
However, assessing the situation was a compulsory skill for them and the waiter could see that Waylon Gray's dress and aura were not something ordinary people could have and he could only persuade him as tactfully, hoping that he could hold the woman back.
After all, he only promised to look at her carefully before the woman came back, but he never promised that no one would find her.
However, no matter what he thought, Waylon Gray had already lost patience. His eyes were indifferent like death, staring at the waiter coldly. "If you don't want to die, just shut up!"
His woman was still inside, how could Waylon Gray stay calm?
He shouted loudly. "Alena, can you still walk now? I'm just outside, you can come out."
Suddenly hearing his voice, Alena Wright, who was still crying on the phone, was stunned for a moment and raised her head in confusion. "Waylon Gray?"
He noticed her response. Waylon Gray finally breathed a sigh of relief. "It's me, can you come out? Is there any injury?"
Alena Wright stood up with the sink and walked out carefully. "I'm fine, but my head hurts..."
At the end, Alena Wright stood unsteadily under her feet and slipped directly to the ground and at the same time she screamed.
The sound shocked Waylon Gray. He couldn't take care of that much anymore and immediately rushed in. At a glance, he saw Alena Wright who had fallen on the ground and quickly squatted down and picked her up.
"How are you? Is there anything wrong?"
He probably didn't expect that a man would come in suddenly and the people washing their hands on the side were so scared that they screamed.
Waylon Gray glanced over with a cold eye. "Shut up, everyone!"