Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

After she hung up the phone, Darcy Harrington looked pleased. It seemed that she made the correct decision. Yves Kelly was indeed the right person to help her get what she wanted.

In the other room, tea fragrance filled the air while Waylon Gray sat behind the desk with a laptop in front of him.

When Alena Wright knocked on the door, Waylon was tapping his fingers on the keyboard. Without raising his head, he said, “Come in.”

Alena was about to reach out her hand but stopped when she heard his voice. It was so familiar, but after his reaction just now, she suddenly didn’t know how to face him.

After taking a few deep breaths, Alena regained her courage. She opened the door gently, and walked in.

The light in the study was warm yellow and not very bright.

When Alena walked in front of Waylon, she cast a shadow on his computer desk.

“You…” She didn’t know how to continue after saying one word. Her hand hung beside her, clenched tightly.

Waylon raised his head and looked at her. He stopped typing briefly then continued doing his task.

His indifferent attitude made Alena feel even more uncomfortable, but she had made it very clear that if there is any misunderstanding between them, they must communicate as soon as possible. She believed that the longer they delay sorting out their differences, the more their misunderstanding will grow. And when it blows off, they will be both overwhelmed.

Alena pursed her lips and asked again, “Is there any problem between us? Why are you so cold to me?”

“Am I?” Waylon smiled, leaned back on his soft chair lazily. He looked at her darkly and deeply, “Then tell me, are you participating in a competition now?”

“Huh?” Alena was stunned for a moment. She didn’t understand why Waylon changed the topic right away, but she nodded, “I am participating in an international competition. This competition is very rare and the probability for me to get the gold is very high. So, I gave great importance to…”

“Enough.” Waylon interrupted, “Since it is so important to you, what are you doing back here?”

Waylon’s eyes looked very pretty with the edges pointed upwards. With evident scorn, coupled with that cold smile, he looked very indifferent.

Alena suddenly felt a little cold, and even her deepest thoughts froze.

Waylon’s patience ran out, and his thin lips slightly opened, “Get out.”

After being rejected repeatedly, Alena frowned. She didn’t know what she did wrong, or why Waylon was treating her like this.

“If there is any problem, can we just talk about it? Can you not treat me with this attitude all the time?” Alena was about to give in. She had a lot of questions in her mind and the most terrifying thing is that she didn’t know what she did wrong.

Waylon remained still and sat straight. His skillful hands continued clacking on the keyboard, without stopping or hesitating for a moment.

In their silent treatment standoff, Alena was the first to surrender.

She dropped her hands weakly and closed her eyes tiredly, “If you don’t want to tell me, then forget it.”

This time, Waylon’s indifferent expression changed. His lips were still pressed into a straight line.

But after some time, he said lightly, “Remember to close the door.”

Suddenly she felt exhausted. She didn’t want to ask him why he was treating her like this anymore. She didn’t want to think about anything right now.

That night, since both Waylon and Alena were staying in the villa, Rhea Thompson hurried back to cook for them.

When it was time for dinner, Waylon came out of the study. Since he did not want to go down and have dinner with Alena, he asked Rhea to bring his meal to Darcy’s room.

When Waylon said this, Alena was sitting at the dining table. She was listening to his instructions, while her chopsticks trembled slightly.

She did not look at him, nor did she ask him why. Her whole body was frozen still, with a layer of invisible armor.

The following night, Waylon returned to the villa after he got off work.

When Alena heard the sound of an engine coming from the yard, she immediately opened the door and walked out. When Waylon got to the bottom step, their eyes met for a moment, but he immediately looked away.

Waylon’s just passed by directly in front of her.

Alena watched Waylon walk towards Darcy’s room.

At that moment, Alena tightened her lips and followed involuntarily.

Inside the bedroom, Darcy was sitting on the sofa and she was wearing white lace pajamas only. Her hair, long and big waves, were naturally scattered behind her head. It complemented her small face perfectly.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Waylon sat opposite to her.

Alena didn’t hear what they were talking about but Darcy showed a sweet and happy smile from time to time.

Alena’s feet were frozen by the door, and she could no longer move. She clenched her fists tightly, and her mind was in state of confusion.

With the light lingering in her eyes, Darcy glanced towards the door and her mouth formed a cold smile.

‘Since you want to see it for yourself,’ Darcy thought slyly, ‘then I will let you see this.’

She suddenly moved to a more comfortable position. Her calm and peaceful expression instantly changed as if she was in pain.

“Oh…” She groaned, and immediately attracted Waylon’s attention.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Waylon became worried. The doctor only said that Darcy’s body was overworked and she needed a good rest for her to condition to improve. The doctor did not say up to what extent, so even though he sent a lot of supplements here, he was still a little bit concerned.

Darcy held her forehead with one hand, and she laid back on the sofa. She weakly said, “My head hurts suddenly, and I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Don’t move, I’ll take a look.” Waylon said. He stood up and walked over to Darcy. He leaned over with his body in parallel to her. The distance between them instantly narrowed.

Alena stood by the door. From her point of view, she can only see Waylon’s back. They looked extremely closely. As for what they are doing, Alena couldn’t see clearly.

Darcy glanced at her secretly, and then deliberately moved forward. The neckline of her top was opened wide, revealing a lot of skin.

Alena clenched her lips in an instant. She could no longer restrain the anger in her heart so she rushed in.

As soon as she entered, Darcy sat upright, holding a cup of tea casually. She acted as if she did not deliberately make her jealous.