Chapter 287
'Whenever there are a few problems and accidents, he is always indifferent and blames all the mistakes on me.'
Perhaps it was him who was intimidating. Alena finally mustered her courage. She shouted angrily towards Waylon's back, unable to restrain herself, "Are you planning to ignore me again? Are you planning to continue the cold war with me again?!"
Hearing this, Waylon's back suddenly stiffened. He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes unclear.
Looking at her, an unpredictable sense of grievance struck his heart. Alena's eyes that were once full of life were full of tears. Coupled with her embarrassed appearance at the moment, it involuntarily produced his desire to protect her.
Pursing her lips tightly, she stared at Waylon angrily and aggrieved. "Why are you always like this? If there is any problem, why don't you just say it? Every time you turn around and leave, have you considered how do I feel?"
Unexpectedly, she started to beat his back, making Waylon glared at her. "You said that I don't think about your feelings? When you went to the bar to drink and were so drunk, did you think about my feelings?"
Waylon's real anger wasn't because Alena was drunk but the thought that something might happen again like what happened in the bar before made him agitated. If he didn't arrive in time like the last time, the consequences would be disastrous.
But how long has it been since this woman doesn't remember the pain so much? He can't help but wonder if she knowingly does it again.
'Did she not take herself seriously, or did she not take me seriously? How could Alena think of that?'
Under the influence of alcohol, her head was full of grievances as her tears fell, urging her to make an outburst out of pent-up emotions. "But you can't just leave, you always leave me alone! Didn't you say that you would never leave me alone?"
When a person is in his most vulnerable state, he will always remember those vows especially clear. This is what happened to Alena. The more she remembered the sweet words that Waylon usually said, the more dejected and sorrowful she was at this time. With her tears that profusely shed, her heartbroken appearance made Waylon speechless.
He wanted to say something, but seeing how sad she was, he swallowed his words. After looking at her quietly for a few seconds, he still couldn't bear it, he sighed helplessly. Walked towards her step by step, he swallowed his pride and hushed her down.
"Don't cry, crying will make you ugly."
Feeling a shadow stop in front of her, Alena raised her head to look at him. Her usually lit-up eyes now have a dark gleam, pitiful to look at.
Even if he wants to get mad, Waylon's heart softened. Reaching out to touch her wet hair, his tone instantly softened, afraid that it will make her in a bad mood. "You know that I'm not good but I would never leave you alone. Don't cry, okay?"
It's okay for him not to say this but now that he assured her, Alena felt even sadder when he says this. Her tears are like a river bursting into a bank, crying out relentlessly.
"Waylon, you are so bad! You know that I love you so much but you torture me again and again! You bad guy, ruthless man!"
As she talked, she stretched out her small fist to hammer the man's chest, but because of her drunk state, Alena's fists were like a tickle and couldn't bring any damage.
Waylon felt funny, letting her vent a bit, and hugged her tightly in his arms. As soon as his words sounded, deep helplessness was laced in his voice. "I didn't know but it turns out that you have so many complaints against me."
Waylon always felt that he was doing a good job, that his efforts were enough to take care of Alena's feelings. After all, being with her, he almost shied away from all the entertainment that he could push and stayed with her wholeheartedly to take care of her instead.
In his capacity, it's indeed not easy to achieve this step. It's just that Waylon doesn't know that women in love often want more.
Alena is not a greedy woman but she has always felt that Waylon's attitude towards her is hot and cold, inconsistent with attitude, and partly indecisive that's why many grievances and dissatisfaction slowly accumulated in her heart, but it has never erupted.
But through this drunkenness, the sadness and negligence she felt that was buried in her heart surged up. This kind of emotion came too violently and quickly, making her couldn't control it.
She choked intermittently, biting her lips hard. "Of course, I am dissatisfied with you. You are always like this, leaving me with no sense of security!"
When the last sentence landed, Waylon finally realized what was going on. It turned out that this little woman was insecure. 'Is it because I still haven't done enough?'
For a while, Waylon began to fall into self-reflection, but this is not the best time to do this since Alena was drunk and was exposed to so much cold water. If she doesn't get up again, he's worried that she might catch a cold.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it, I will take you back to rest."
Waylon wanted to take her out of the bathtub while talking. After all this tossing, her body was almost soaked but he didn't care that Alena was covered with water.
As a result, the woman pushed him away and uncooperative with a look of disgust. "I don't want it, you always coax me, wait until I'm no longer angry, and then come back again! I don't want to be fooled by you again and again! Waylon, can't you see? I don't want to run around in circles anymore!"
Waylon twitched the corner of his mouth and was rendered speechless. 'Am I that mean as what she said?' Thinking about it carefully, the relationship between the two of them does seem to be in a vicious circle.
"Okay, this time I promised you that we will talk about it after you wake up tomorrow. You can punish me any way you want. But please, can you get up first?"
Waylon finally knows what it means to feel helpless. He is so angry that he has to be patient to coax this little woman. Knowing that she is playing tricks, he has to harden his skin and cooperate. It's now her who makes him feel bad.
Alena seemed to be satisfied now. Tilting her head for a moment, she barely nodded her chin in agreement. "This is what you said by yourself, don't be fooled!"
"Okay, don't shame me."
Waylon touched her cheek and his index finger gently wiped away the tears from Alena's face. At this moment, an absurd idea suddenly crossed his mind. What is the difference between his appearance and coaxing his daughter?
Waylon squatted down with a headache, picked up Alena, turned, and walked towards the bedroom.
Following his actions, a string of water stains remained behind him, but these were no longer important. The important thing was that Alena must not catch a cold.
Probably because she was so tired plus the fact that she's intoxicated, Alena immediately became drowsy as soon as she touched the bed, and she didn't even notice that her clothes were removed.
Waylon lightly put on her pajamas and wrung out her wet hair with a clean towel. After all, this was done, it was the only time he cleaned up before he could lie down in the bed.
The night was finally over, and all the misery and romance in the darkness ended.