Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

Waylon was a bit picky about food, and he never ate stale foods, so Miss Thompson would only buy the ingredients the morning before she came. If she had other needs, she needed to call her in advance.

Alena put down the cup and smiled gratefully at her, “Miss Thompson, you have worked so hard. You don’t need to prepare dinner. Let me do it.”

Miss Thompson quickly waved her hand and refused. Of course, she had to do her due duty with such a generous salary.

Halfway through the conversation, she stopped again and suddenly realized something, “Ms. Alena wants to cook for Mr. Waylon herself?”

Alena pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word. In the supermarket yesterday, when they mentioned what happened in the past, she found that Waylon became sad.

She felt guilty because of the irreparable harm, and she didn’t want him to feel that kind of burden. It was also a kind of regret for her not to let him eat the food she cooked by herself.

She would take this opportunity to fill in those shortcomings.

Miss Thompson carefully explained the precautions for the kitchen and then left with a smile.

Although her culinary skills were not proficient, she had worked hard to please Waylon.

Every process was carried out in an orderly manner.

She was just waiting for Waylon to come back.

Bill parked his car outside the villa, and Waylon strode down. He whispered, “Go to the police station. I don’t want Austine to see the sun again.”

Bill’s heart shuddered. Mr. Waylon was about to attack Austine.

He hurriedly said, “Yes, I will find a way to deal with that.”

Waylon nodded faintly, and his steps did not stop for a moment. The moment he walked into the living room, the fierce aura all over his body quietly changed.

He quietly looked in the direction of the kitchen. The sharpness and coldness in his eyes melted gradually.

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A familiar voice sounded behind her, and Alena was taken aback. She turned her head to meet Waylon’s burning eyes.

His intense gaze made her unable to look away.

“Why did you come back so early?” she asked strangely.

Waylon came back a bit earlier than she thought, and the food was not ready yet.

“Take a rest in the living room first. You can eat later.”

Her black hair was tied behind her head, and a thin layer of sweat came out on her forehead because of the hot weather.

Waylon closed his eyes, “Don’t worry. What did you make?”

“Well, I don’t know what you like to eat, so I made a lot of home-cooked dishes.” Alena was a little uncomfortable as she looked at his eyes, and she said, “Oh, don’t hinder me here. I’ll call you when the food is ready.”

“Well, okay.” He said, but Waylon did not move. He leaned lazily by the door, and he was still looking at her with interest.

This was the first time a woman had willingly made soup for him, not for money or fame and fortune, only for him.

The happiness that was missing in those three years seemed to be filled at this moment.

He didn’t leave, and Alena couldn’t force him to leave. She scooped the soup from the pot and put it on the plate, “Let’s go, you can eat.”

He smelled the scent of the food she prepared. Waylon lowered his head and sniffed, “It smells good.”

“Then come over for dinner. It will be cold later.”

“Okay.”

Waylon tasted the green vegetables while Alena looked at him nervously, “How does it taste? I haven’t made it for a long time, and I don’t know if it suits your appetite.”

“Not bad.” Waylon took a sip of the soup. The taste was delicious. It was just the right taste, and it tasted better than the dishes cooked in the hotels outside.

“Eat more. You are becoming thinner.”

There was more laughter on the large dining table after.

Until the end of dinner, Waylon’s smile never stopped.

“You take a rest first. I will tidy up the dishes.” Alena said, and when she was about to stand up, Waylon stopped her in time. “Sit down first. I have something to say to you.”

“Huh? What’s the matter?” Alena asked.

What specifically did Waylon have to say to her?

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. Waylon shrugged helplessly, “Dad wants to go abroad for a few days.”

“Why so sudden?” Alena was a little surprised when she heard the news. Based on her understanding of Alfred, this old man had always been obsessed with calligraphy and health preservation. He was not a man who liked to walk around. She asked, “Why did he suddenly want to go abroad? Will he be alone?”

“Ron is with him.” Waylon poured a cup of tea for her, “Daddy wants to spend more time alone. That’s why he made this decision.”

This was indeed what Alfred wanted.

Alena was still a little worried, “Where is he going?”

“Don’t worry, everything has been arranged, and the air ticket will be given to him tomorrow morning.” Alena didn’t ask too much, “Then we will go to see Dad together tomorrow.”

“Okay.” It was his father’s idea so that he wouldn’t object to it.

The next day, Alena got up very early because it would take a while to get to the house of Waylon’s father from their home.

Half an hour later, a Maserati stopped at the door of the old house. Ron heard the movement and greeted them, “Sir, ma’am, hello!”

Waylon asked, “Ron, is Dad in there?”

” Yes, he is.”

While they were talking, they had already entered the entrance hall, and they saw Alfred, who was coming down from the second floor. He was smiling, “Why are you here so early?”

Alena walked over and helped him down, “Of course, we will send you off today.”

“Why do you have to bother? I can’t be lost. I am such a big person.” Alfred patted her hand.

He turned to Waylon’s, and his attitude towards his son was not that warm. He said, “The weather is so hot, yet you dragged Amanda here.”

Waylon seemed calm, “Your daughter-in-law is filial.”

The old man was delighted when he heard this sentence, and his smiling eyes narrowed, “Amanda has always been the most filial between the two of you.”

Waylon was not so naive to argue with him. He didn’t even sit in a chair, “Let’s go.”

Alfred nodded, “Let’s go.”

Alfred did not carry much luggage, and he lightly packed.

The car drove steadily on the airport highway. Alfred and Alena were sitting side by side at the back. The temperature of the air conditioner was just right, and it didn’t make people feel hot.

“Dad has a few words to tell you.” Alfred had always loved her. It was expected that he wanted to see her before he left.