Chapter 92 The Love Thread Is Hidden
"Is it already lunchtime?" Darcy Harrington touched Alena Wright and was reluctant to move, she was very happy she even forgot the time.
"Do not eat rice, you will get fat?" She said to Alena Wright.
Waylon Gray held the reins in one hand and grabbed Alena Wright's arm, "Come on."
"Okay, do not drag me." Alena Wright struggled a little, but in the end, she allowed him, but he was a man of strength, so she had no choice but to follow Waylon Gray after a few steps, she remembered Darcy Harrington.
She quickly turned back, "Darcy, let's go."
Standing in place, Darcy Harrington looked at the two figures in front of her, looking at the handsome and beautiful couple as if they were a perfect pair. She bit her lip fiercely, and her eyes filled with incomprehensible emotions like water waves.
Seeing that she was not moving, Alena Wright urged again, "Darcy, come here quickly."
"I'm coming." All the love thread was hidden inside her, Darcy Harrington pulled a smile, and quickly ran towards them.
The group returned to the lounge, Alena Wright changed her clothes and came out, and iced watermelon juice and fruit were already on the table.
Waylon Gray handed it over, with a rare gentle tone, "The taste is just right, try it?"
It was probably because they had become more intimate with each other, so Alena Wright did not feel that there was nothing wrong, her action naturally was to take it. She took a sip using the straw. The juice was cool and refreshing. She sighed, satisfied, but saw Darcy Harrington, sitting upright, she felt a little strange.
She was worried and asked, "Darcy, can you not drink cold drinks?"
She remembered Darcy Harrington's menstrual period but thought that it was not this time of the month.
Darcy Harrington smiled awkwardly. Just as she was about to speak, Yves Kelly laughed and said, "The boss is here, she will be a little uncomfortable."
Alena Wright's gaze swept towards Waylon Gray with a serious face, and she curled her lips, "Don't worry about him, you've come a long way, relax."
She said, holding up a glass of juice and handing it over, "I remember you like to drink watermelon juice the most. Drink a little bit quicker to cool off the heat and quench your thirst."
Darcy Harrington glanced at Waylon Gray. Seeing that he still had no response, she pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to take it, "Alena, don't worry about me. You were tired as well, so sit down and rest quickly."
Waylon Gray didn't show any emotions from beginning to end, his expression was as indifferent as usual, serious. Obviously, it was not a very simple and neat action, but he had a natural elegance in him, even while he was peeling the grapes.
Waylon Gray fed the peeled grapes to Alena Wright's lips, "It's very sweet, taste it."
This sudden movement made Alena Wright unprepared, and it also made her realize their behavior was too intimate.
She slightly made a hollow laugh or two, " I'm afraid it was a little sour."
Waylon Gray remained unmoved, steadily maintaining the posture of feeding her, only slightly raised his eyebrows with a hint of warning.
Alena Wright didn't understand why she couldn't offend this tyrant, but there were other people in the room. This kind of intimacy was beyond her expectation and made her face flushed.
She looked at him blankly.
Waylon Gray never made trouble with her. This woman tried to keep her distance but now how can he follow her?
As he was giving her the grapes, she leaned a little, the fresh, crimson grapes became more supple, soft, and shiny and she was tempted to eat all of it. Alena Wright liked it, but there was something she felt when Yves Kelly and Darcy Harrington were looking at them, she cannot wait to find a hole to dig into and to never come out.
She understood it, and Waylon Gray felt that it was intentional. Want to see her make a fool of yourself.
The room's atmosphere became silent and somewhat subtle.
Grinding her teeth, Alena Wright felt annoyed. Long-term pain is better than short-term pain.
She swallowed the grapes.
And Waylon Gray smiled evilly and said, "Is it delicious?"
It's delicious, yes but she was a little annoyed now. Alena Wright wanted to go back so aggressively, but she wanted to live another two years, so she could only endure this breath in silence, and squeezed out two words from her teeth, "It's delicious."
Who knew that Waylon Gray did not buy it, "Your mouth said so but not your heart."
Alena Wright was stunned. She really wants to lift the table, what the hell was going on with this man.
"Well, go ahead and eat it." Waylon Gray wiped his fingers and leisurely got up.
Alena Wright sharp-eyed looked at this man and immediately turned to Darcy Harrington.
Waylon Gray didn't mind when she fell into a void. The hand that he stretched out, turned and inserted in his pocket, and he walked out. But he looked back at Alena Wright.
Alena Wright annoyed simply muttered, "This man is crazy."
"Alena, what are you talking about?" Darcy Harrington asked.
Alena Wright reached out and took her arm, lowered her voice, and whispered in Alena Wright's ear, "Darcy, does Mr. Gray seem normal to you."
"What do you mean?" Darcy Harrington asked.
Alena Wright's eyes looked at her annoyingly, "Look at him, he is deliberately offending me."
"Is it so?" Darcy Harrington muffled a whisper with a hint of a subtle smile.
If this was considered to be deliberately offending, then she would rather be offended like this.
They got over lunch, then they returned to their rooms.
Alena Wright felt her phone vibrate as soon as she sat down on the sofa. When she checked it, it was Waylon Gray's message, "Come out."
What does this guy want this time?
Alena Wright frowned and replied with two words, "I'm tired."
"Are you not coming?" Waylon Gray asked.
"No." Alena Wright replied.
Alena Wright was waiting for his message and realized that this man was once again up to something. How could he let her go so easily? But the next second, she knew she made a big mistake.
Waylon Gray flipped his fingers and threatened unceremoniously, "Since you are not coming, then I have to pass."
Alena Wright's eyes widened suddenly. This man was really annoying her.
Waylon Gray asked with a smile this time, "Are you really not coming?"
Alena Wright gritted her teeth, looked in the direction of Darcy Harrington who was in the bathroom.
"Wait" She hastily replied.
Alena Wright called out to Darcy, "Darcy, I need to go out for a little while."
There was the door as a barrier Darcy Harrington was crying softly, but no one could hear her.
"Okay." She replied.
The sound of the water stopped, and Darcy Harrington's eyes in the mirror were dull and unclear.
"Where are we going?" Alena Wright went out through the back door, followed by Waylon Gray looking around.
"Back to the head " Waylon Gray's cold voice sounded behind her.