Chapter 82 The Right to Intervene
She was trying to think of what to say but Yves Kelly had interrupted her thought, "I think your design is really good. It's a pity that you only design a necklace. I want to make a set for this design. We can talk about the details while eating."
She hesitated for a few seconds, Alena Wright then said, "Well, you are the one who invited, let me say thank you in advance, and for the last time you saved me."
Yves Kelly did not insist on arguing with her, and soon he drove the Porsche directly to a nearby restaurant.
Alena Wright was still a bit cautious at first, but Yves Kelly was witty and humorous, and proactively brought up a lot of interesting and novel topics, and the atmosphere became warm for a while.
Waylon Gray also decided to go out that cold evening and thought of finding some entertainment. When he came into the restaurant, he did not expect to see Alena Wright with that vibrant smile, his eyes rested on her, and to the man across her, suddenly his face sank.
The last time he saw this woman, she looked serious and impatient. But she talked and laughed with other men, such a sudden change.
Bill Clay, who was following Waylon Gray, saw that his boss was not moving, and followed his gaze. He only twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw Alena Wright, and couldn't help but remind Waylon Gray, "President, Mr. Cohen is already waiting at the table."
Waylon Gray looked at him coldly, and the scared Bill Clay immediately shut up.
Alena Wright and Yves Kelly were both enjoying their talk. Yves Kelly was really talkative, and both of them looked happy.
Alena Wright soon was carried away with the conversation, she stayed away from the topic that was related to Waylon Gray.
Alena Wright swallowed her food and was about to say something, but Yves Kelly suddenly wiped the sauce in her mouth, "Okay."
Yves Kelly's action was very natural, as it was something that he would normally do with her, it was very casual.
But Alena Wright felt that it was just a bit too intimate, but Yves Kelly expressed it so naturally, she pretended that nothing happened, and even smiled at Yves Kelly.
When she was about to speak to appease her embarrassment when she felt a chill behind her.
But before she could look back, Waylon Gray had already stepped forward. His cold face stunned Yves Kelly while he grabbed Alena Wright's wrist.
Alena Wright twisted her head to find out who it was, and she was stunned when she recognized Waylon Gray.
Why was he here? Did he see them? After she recovered from the initial shock, Alena Wright saw some people looking at them and said, "What do you think you are doing? Can you please let me go?"
The last time they talked she knew that they had already reached a consensus. What does he want now?
Yves Kelly stood up, to help Alena Wright, "Waylon, what are you doing? Do not be rude, this is not how you treat a girl."
Waylon Gray glanced at him faintly, and made no secret of the warning in his tone, " Yves Kelly, Alena Wright is my woman, I don't think you have the right to intervene."
For Alena Wright as far as she knew the relationship between her and Waylon Gray was already done. Alena Wright screamed in fright and began to struggle with both hands and feet.
Waylon Gray narrowed his eyes and slapped the woman's back fiercely, "Woman, be honest with me."
Alena Wright only felt demeaned that she was slapped by a man in such a public place.
But she was shocked even more when Waylon Gray immediately carried her to the second floor.
"Waylon Gray, let me down, where are you going to take me?"
Waylon Gray stopped halfway and looked at her. Of course, it was impossible to let her down, and smiled coldly, "You'll know soon enough."
Alena Wright knew already where he was taking her, now she even wanted to die.
Waylon Gray was fuming mad because of jealousy. When they reached their destination, Waylon Gray threw her directly into the soft bed of the presidential suite. She rolled twice and struggled to get up, but Waylon Gray's whole body suddenly came down on her.
Waylon Gray cold hands held her two wrists, pinning her down, looked at Alena Wright closely, "Alena Wright, I do not know if you see my point, but now I will show you."
"What do you mean?" In the next second, Alena Wright understood what the man actually meant.
Waylon Gray tore open her clothes, the buttons of her shirt splashed all over, revealing her delicate collarbone, her creamy white skin.
Alena Wright screamed as she tried to cover her body with her hands, "Waylon Gray, are you crazy?"
Waylon Gray laughed coldly, but his eyes were full of anger, "I told you, you are mine."
As he said this, he fixed her hands above his head, as he tried to possess and pressed her down.
If Alena Wright didn't understand what he wanted to do at this time, she would have lived in vain for more than 20 years. Fear and humiliation were intertwined, and she trembled.
Instinctively avoiding Waylon Gray's kiss, Alena Wright was firmly restrained by the man and she couldn't do anything. Her face was pale, "Waylon Gray, don't."
She shook her head desperately, the panic and horror in her eyes were so obvious.
It's a pity that Waylon Gray has lost his mind and doesn't care about anything anymore
Alena Wright's resistance not only did not win the struggle, but it also stimulated the man more.
Waylon Gray's eyes were red, and the dark tide surging through his eyes was only of vague desire, "Don't even think of playing tricks on me, you pretended not to like me but deep inside you really liked me."
Alena Wright couldn't move, her face was flushed with shame, and the atmosphere roared, "Don't even dream about it, I don't like you at all."
"Is it true?" Waylon Gray also laughed coldly, but his body was far out from being cold, his eyes fell on her throat, and said, "You do not like me you said, I will let you like me. I will do everything I can."
When the words fell, he bowed his head and kissed her, with a force that made her unable to resist. Alena Wright could not speak anymore, as she tried to push, and shove desperately, struggling to prevent Waylon Gray from succeeding.
When he felt her resistance, Waylon Gray was not happy, he frowned and warned, "Alena Wright, you will only be my woman, don't even try to escape."
His body was soon all over her, and she felt the danger.
Alena Wright became even more disturbed, "Waylon Gray, please don't."
Waylon Gray smiled evilly, and put his big hand on Alena Wright's waist, "No, or don't stop?"
Alena Wright was very angry that she wanted to die.
Her eyes wanted to cry, " Do you really want to do this, force me into doing something I don't want? You are not this person, but I regret it now. I was a fool to believe that you could change."
Waylon Gray remained unmoved and sneered, "Alena Wright, you can't escape me, never."
Alena Wright looked at Waylon Gray in fear, " Waylon Gray, no please."
"As long as I want it, I will get it, and no one can stop me." The emotion in Waylon Gray's eyes was like a beast that could destroy everything crossing his path, powerful and domineering.