Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

“Let’s go, I will take you home,” Waylon Gray said.

Sometimes women were like Sherlock Holmes, but once they fell into their emotions, they would subconsciously ignore everything around them.

Alena Wright still thought about the 100th-anniversary celebration but didn’t notice that the man’s excitement had lowered.

The car stopped at the gate of the community, and Alena Wright was about to get out of the car after unfastening her seat belt.

Waylon Gray twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled her back, “You’re just going to leave?”

So she got back to the chair and sat down, Alena Wright raised her head and looked over, only then she realized that his face was so dark.

“What happened to you?”

Waylon Gray laughed coldly.

He then pressed a kiss on her lips.

“Waylon Gray!”

After being fierce, Waylon Gray let go of her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, “Do you not know what’s wrong with me now?”

Alena Wright glared at him bitterly.

She was confused.

Waylon Gray squinted dangerously, his dark eyes filled with suppressed dark desires.

Before the man kissed him again, Alena Wright admitted, “I know, I’ll go.”

Waylon Gray was satisfied, “That’s good.”

She pulled his hand away from her waist, Alena Wright opened the door of the car, and said, “And Then I will go back first.”

“And I forgot something,” he said.

Alena Wright turned her head and looked at him, and said, “What’s wrong?”

Waylon Gray didn’t care about the impatience in her eyes easily, which just made him amused.

“Hold this,” he handed the gift box over, as he saw that Alena Wright wanted to leave it quietly.

As she looked down, Alena Wright hesitated.

But by the time that she had promised him, then it would be a little hypocritical if she refused.

So she took it, then Alena Wright tilted her head to look at him, and asked, “Can I go now?”

“Okay,” Waylon Gray agreed as soon as she took the box. As her back disappeared from the end of the line of sight, he drove away.

Alena Wright, who returned to the apartment, wasn’t happy, and couldn’t hide her gloomy face.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

As she heard the door opened, Darcy Harrington walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas, “Alena Wright, are you back?”

Alena Wright nodded irritably, she put the gift box on the table casually, turned around, and poured herself a glass of water.

Darcy Harrington’s eyes were fixed on the box, and a coldness flashed in her eyes.

She had seen that gift box, and it was in Bill Clay’s hand, who was Waylon Gray’s assistant. It was obvious where that thing came from.

With her fists clenched, Darcy Harrington endured the jealousy in her heart.

So, she tried to pretend to be worried, and asked, “Alena Wright, I don’t think your face is very good, did something happen?”

Alena Wright just finished drinking a glass of water, pulled out the chair, and sat down, “Don’t mention it.”

She rubbed her forehead in distress, raised her head, and looked at her, and thought that Darcy Harrington knew everything and so she had nothing to hide, so she told her what happened, “Darcy Harrington, next week will be the Monarch Group’s centennial celebration, Waylon Gray wanted me to be her companion.”

In an instant, Darcy Harrington’s nails were stuck in her palms. That was something she couldn’t ask for from Waylon Gray, but Alena Wright showed a distressed look. She just wanted to tear up Alena Wright’s hypocritical face.

After a while, she barely squeezed out a smile and said, “Isn’t it great?”

“What’s so good?” Alena Wright shook her head painfully, “But the point is that Waylon Gray’s father also asked me to attend that day and said that he wanted to introduce my identity to the public.”

With a wry smile, she had all the desire to die.

“I don’t know what to do anymore!” She stretched out her hand and shook Darcy Harrington’s arm, her face was full of distress, “Darcy Harrington, can you help me with an idea? What should I do?”

If that matter couldn’t be properly resolved, Waylon Gray might not be able to get it right.

Anyway, sooner or later, there would be a day that she could no longer keep it, so it’s better to say it earlier.

Alena Wright said, “Should I tell Waylon Gray the truth earlier?”

“No!” Darcy Harrington rebuffed, and when Alena Wright looked at her questioningly, she had already figured out her excuses, “You can’t do it now, at least not now.”

As soon as she grasped Alena Wright’s hand, she was affectionate and said, “He hated you before unlike now. If you tell him so rashly, Waylon Gray will definitely become angry!”

She couldn’t let Alena Wright take the initiative to confess with Waylon Gray and resolve things between them.

She must persuade Alena Wright.

What Darcy Harrington said was what Alena Wright was worried about the most. Every time Waylon Gray treated her better, she worried that her fate would be worse, so she never had the courage to say it.

But when things had reached that point, she was not sure if concealment really was the best choice.

For some reason, Alena Wright didn’t think that was a good choice, and she felt a little strange in her heart, but since Darcy Harrington persuaded her, she should believe it.

As she saw Alena Wright was shaken, Darcy Harrington squeezed her hand vigorously, the light blooming under her eyes was a bit unclear, and she continued to persuade her, “Alena Wright, don’t tell him first. Wait until Waylon Gray loves you so much that he can’t help it. At that time, maybe he could forgive you easily. Isn’t it the best of both worlds at that time?”

The best of both worlds was strange. With Waylon Gray’s character, the longer he hesitated, the angrier he would be.

Alena Wright was stunned when she heard that.

She was a little doubtful, but she felt that what Darcy Harrington said was right. When one person loves another person to such an extent that he couldn’t help himself out, maybe that person could forgive someone easily.

After that day, if Waylon Gray could really forgive her, then they would forget everything and start over.

After she made a decision, Alena Wright did not continue to struggle.

She didn’t sleep well the other night, and that day was spent in confusion, so her body had already reached its limit.

“Well, my head hurts a bit, so I will go back to my room and rest,” after she greeted Darcy Harrington, Alena Wright picked up the gift box on the table and walked back to her bedroom.

Her clenched fists were loosened little by little, her head dropped very low, and her long eyelashes casted a dark shadow under her eyelids.