Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

Waylon Gray glanced at Bill Clay behind him coolly. The warning shouldn’t be too obvious.

Bill Clay shrank his neck and felt a chill.

He was innocent. Since he got the order yesterday, he had been busy dealing with air tickets. He didn’t know anything about the situation in City S. He didn’t know which bastard broke the president.

Darcy Harrington was very satisfied with this arrangement. She stepped forward and took Alena Wright’s arm. “Alena, let’s go up and rest for a while.”

Alena Wright nodded. “Well, let’s go.”

The two left side by side and left Waylon Gray looking at their backs.

“Well, let’s go too.” Yves Kelly walked over. He was coughing not so kindly and with a smile that couldn’t help but laugh on his face.

Waylon Gray glared at him warningly but said nothing and strode towards the elevator.

Bill Clay mourned for a moment of silence for an unknown guy in his heart and offended the president. It was estimated that there would be nothing good to look back on.

The four rooms were all deluxe suites with all the facilities. Each room was also equipped with a small refrigerator. In such hot weather, the existence of a refrigerator was simply the hope of summer.

Alena Wright immediately asked Bill Clay to buy a lot of water and fruits. It was already two hours after she was finished.

She came out of the bathroom and took a shower. She was much more refreshed.

While wiping her wet hair with a towel, Alena Wright walked to the balcony and looked at the greenery underneath.

A gust of breeze came and mixed with a faint fragrance. It was not very obvious but it would not be ignored.

“It’s great here.” Alena Wright sighed with her eyes closed.

At this moment, she was truly fortunate for Waylon Gray to travel together. Even if the relationship between the two did not improve, at least her mood was much better. It was not as dull as before and her whole person lost vitality.

Just as Alena Wright was immersed in her thoughts. There was a knock on the door.

Alena Wright turned her head and replied. “Who is it?”

She walked to the door of the room and glanced out through the keyhole it turned out to be Yves Kelly.

She opened the door then Yves Kelly walked in with a plastic bag in his hand and asked. “Isn’t it bothering you?”

“No, no.” Alena Wright smiled and waved her hand. “I just finished taking a shower. Sit first and I’ll get you some fruit.”

“No need.” Yves Kelly interrupted her while holding Alena Wright’s arm with one hand and said with a smile. “Sit down too. I have something for you.”

“What is it?” Alena Wright noticed the plastic bag in Yves Kelly’s hand and glanced curiously.

“Wow.” There was a sound.

Yves Kelly poured the contents of the bag on the table and pushed it to Alena Wright in the same way. “I think you seemed to be a little uncomfortable just now. It may be a sign of heatstroke. I just asked someone to buy some medicine to prevent it.”

Looking at those things, Alena Wright was stunned.

She also wondered if she had a heat stroke at the time. She originally planned to go to the nearby pharmacy to buy something to escape the heat when she was well-rested. However, she did not expect Yves Kelly to be so careful and send the things in advance so as not to prevent her from running.

“Thank you so much. I’m still going out to buy it myself.” Alena Wright picked up a bottle of medicine. She unscrewed the bottle cap and smelled it. The cool breath came to her and immediately made her feel energetic again.

“I’m very happy to be able to do something for you.” Yves Kelly smiled faintly. The tone of his speech was not light or heavy which would not make people feel abrupt and could bring the two people closer.

They talked and laughed. The atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

However, at this time, an indifferent question came from the direction of the door. “What are you doing here?”

Waylon Gray stood standing at the door. He was holding a room card in one hand even though he came in by swiping the card.

As for why he had the card in Alena Wright’s room, he had to ask Bill Clay.

“How did you come in?” Alena Wright looked at Waylon Gray suspiciously but didn’t notice the main point in his words. All her attention was attracted by the sudden appearance of Waylon Gray. She thought if she didn’t close the door.

“I asked you what are you doing here?” Waylon Gray didn’t answer the question with long legs, staggered, and slowly came to them.

Only then did Alena Wright react and handed all the medicines to Waylon Gray to see. “Yves Kelly is here to give me the medicine. It is very effective. Would you like to try it?”

The smell was a bit pungent and Waylon Gray frowned uncomfortably. He waved away from Alena Wright’s movements. Then his eyes fell on Yves Kelly who was smiling and silent and his voice could not be heard. “You are really interested.”

Asking him to look straight like this, Yves Kelly could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. He changed his posture to better see Waylon Gray’s expression.

He said nonchalantly. “I just thought of it so I sent it here especially. If you need it, I will send it to you later.”

“No need.” Waylon Gray interrupted him. He sat down on the other side and said to Alena Wright with her head sideways. “You didn’t let Bill Clay be busy buying a lot of fruit. What about things?”

Alena Wright returned to her senses in an instant and nodded quickly. “I have washed it and put it in the refrigerator so I will get it for you.”

She said that she put down the potion in her hand and walked quickly to the refrigerator.

Waylon Gray frowned slightly looking at her back.

This woman was still in her mind. She was wearing pajamas and chatting with other men. When he came in, she almost wanted to lift the table.

“Waylon.” With a soft call, Yves Kelly turned the water glass in his hand.

Waylon Gray turned his head to look at him and replied neither lightly nor severely. “What?”

“What are the next arrangements? Where are we going to play?” Yves Kelly said casually as if his purpose of coming out this time was just for fun. “I finally came out and wanted to have fun.”

“If you have a special place you want to go, tell Bill Clay that he will arrange everything in advance.” Waylon Gray didn’t care about this trivial matter. The reason why he came out was not for fun but for Alena Wright.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Alena Wright was talking when walked over with a plate of fruits, cut watermelons and cantaloupes then put toothpicks on them.

“It’s all been iced. It should be fine right now.” Alena Wright smiled and put the fruit plate on the table, and consciously sat down next to Waylon Gray.

“Thanks for your hard work, Alena.”