Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

“Waylon, what’s the matter with you? Don’t be like that anymore, okay?” The last word of grace is picked up, with unconcealed coquetry and weakness.

She buried her head on his chest and rubbed it like a kitten, purring softly. In an innocent and pitiful tone, she grabbed his face and made him look at her straight in the eye. “If you are unhappy, tell me. We should share each other’s burden than you take it alone.”

The stubble on the quiet man’s chin makes her cheeks itchy. Alena moved and slightly raised her head as she kissed his lips.

In the next second, Waylon became froze on his spot. He suddenly turned his head to avoid her kiss and the irritability that flashed through his eyes wasn’t vague but obvious.

“Don’t make trouble.” These three words were repeated but the tone is obviously displeased and even with a hint of warning.

Alena was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly felt that Waylon’s anger might be because of her. She was about to ask but the red light had changed to green, and the car parked behind was already honking nonstop. Waylon frowned and rushed out quickly.

Although the speed isn’t fast, it is no longer within the safe range of an average speed per kilometer making her scared that she grasped her seat belt tightly, unable to say a word.

The car was quiet again but the scent of brewing chaos and problem is more evident than before.

His indifference, unwelcoming attitude that she wasn’t used to getting from him, coupled with his refusal to talk with her, a layer of mist appeared in Alena’s eyes.

‘What does this guy mean? Did I provoke him in any way? Even if he is dissatisfied with me, he can say it directly. With such a gloomy face, who is it that you want to scare?’ Dishearten with her thoughts, Alena averted her gaze and blankly stared outside.

Waylon didn’t want to scare her. He just wanted to be able to stay quiet for a while, afraid that his anger would do something irreparable to her. But what he didn’t know is that the more he remained silent in this atmosphere, the more uncomfortable the person around him would feel.

Alena turned her head and looked out the window. The scene of the rapid retreat was blurry in her eyes. She couldn’t see anything nor couldn’t hear as there was only one thought in her mind.

‘Waylon, why are you suddenly mad?’

She thought about many possibilities and finally, one was ruled out by her. Since his temperament changed greatly after going to the airport, the problem should have appeared during this period.

‘Is it because Alfred left that he felt dejected? Although I think this reason is far-fetched, it seems that there it is the only reasonable explanation.’ After comforting herself, Alena felt better. There was no more communication on the way back and Waylon was immersed in his emotions and didn’t speak again.

The car stopped at the door of the villa, making Alena unlocked the safety belt and walked off. Seeing the woman walking in front of him, he sighed helplessly.

Waylon walked through the living room and went straight to the second floor, opened the door of his study room and walked in. Alena was standing downstairs watching him from behind, taking a long time before she retracted her gaze.

Although she felt that Waylon’s anger was a little inexplicable, she still wanted to do her best to make him happy. It was him who coaxed her before, this time, fate changed her to coax Waylon and let him be happy.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Thinking for a while, she decided to got up and walked towards the kitchen. Remembering wat happened when she cooked a meal for Waylon last night, although he didn’t say it, she could see that Waylon was happy and the corners of her eyes were filled with faint smiles.

‘Since he likes it, then I’ll do something to coax him.’

Rhea was preparing the ingredients for the dinner in the kitchen. When she saw Alena walking by, she immediately put down what she was holding. “Ms. Wright, do you have any needs?”

From making up her mind to walking in, Alena adjusted her mentality and there is no trace of frustration on her face.

Smiling, she answered with an excited tone. “Hello, Rhea. I just want to do something.”

Rhea Thompson is a smart person. She never asks, observe from what she saw, and deducted everything that’s happening around he4r. When she heard her said this, she immediately asked, “Miss Wright, do you have something to buy or you need to get at home? If not, I will go out and buy it immediately.”

To be honest, Alena is not sure if she has it. She opened the refrigerator and looked at it. Everything was quite complete. “It’s not troublesome, Rhea. You can go and take a rest first.”

“Yes, you can call me anytime if you need something.” Miss Thompson retired and only Alena was left in the entire kitchen. She didn’t plan to cook. The hot weather and Waylon’s bad mood made his appetite to eat dissipate. It would be more appropriate to make some desserts to cool off the heat.

Soon after, Alena made the dessert, ready to serve it upstairs, and give it to Waylon.

The door of the study was ajar. When she came up infront of it with the dessert in her hand, she couldn’t hear a sound. She was about to knock on the door, but the door opened slowly.

Waylon was sitting behind the desk with his cold eyebrows deep as the sea. Staring blankly, his eyes was transfixed on a photo in his hand. Thinking that there was still no news on Bill’s side, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

Some of the whitened photos show a small and unique ring. Once he took a look closely, he can see the abbreviated name engraved on the inner wall of the ring.

‘It’s been five years, why is there still no news? That woman, he always owed me.’

“Waylon, are you busy?”

With an angelic voice, a gentle call interrupted all his thoughts, Waylon raised his eyes to meet Alena’s smiling eyes, frowned in bewilderment, and pressed the photo under a pile of documents with his backhand.

“Do you need something?”

Alena walked in with the dessert and moved it closer to him. “I made you some desserts to cool off the heat, would you like to try it?”

Waylon’s gaze fell on her hands following her words, and the cream-white dessert was still warming the coolness of his lover’s heart. “Did you make this yourself?”

“Yes, I just made it. The weather is so hot so you need to eat more.” Alena smiled and placed the small white porcelain bowl in front of him.

Waylon’s expression eased a bit and the darkness in his eyes faded. He stretched out his hand to her and called her name softly. “Come and sit down.”

There is only one seat behind the desk and Waylon is already sitting. Since he asked her to go over, then Alena can only sit on his lap.

With Alena’s stunning expression, Waylon lost his patience, leaned forward slightly, and held her directly in his arms.

“Ah!” She couldn’t help but exclaim, reflexively clasped the man’s neck tightly.

A low chuckle overflowed from his throat and the corner of Waylon’s mouth twitched. “Since it is your dessert, of course, you must feed me personally.”

“But…” Alena was a little confused. ‘Isn’t this guy angry? Why is he acting all right all of a sudden as if nothing seems to have happened before?’

Waylon closed his eyes, hiding the last trace of haze.

Although he still can’t do anything, he can try to ignore it and don’t recall the grievances between them, especially not to treat Alena as the daughter of her hated woman.

Only when she was the one, Alena was brilliant and dismissive of her. Moreover, she is so thoughtful. Knowing how to make desserts to please him, is also considered intentional bribing. With these thoughts, his impenetrable walls have been shaken,