Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

Waylon immediately asked, “You think you need to go to the nearest hospital?”

“No need.” Darcy waved her hands and refused. “I haven’t dealt with the water leak yesterday. I have to hurry back now.”

Hearing this, Waylon said to Darcy with confidence, “Let’s go, I will take you home.” After all, Waylon remembered that five years ago, Darcy saved his life from a dangerous situation. When Darcy agreed to it, Waylo’s heartfelt satisfaction and inexplicable happiness.

Darcy realized that as she showed her physical weakness to Waylon, she would also be able to get his heart. Her pretentious act of being injured was effective. Even Waylon, who had been indifferent to her before, couldn’t bear to see her in pain.

Darcy just smiled at Waylon. She nodded her head to show Waylon that she agreed to go home with him. Apparently, Waylon’s phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Alena’s name and picture flashed on the screen. Waylon’s eyes quickly dissipated, and he woke up from the reality that her heart was already owned by Alena.

Waylon immediately connected himself to the call, “Alena, what’s the matter?”

“Where are you? Why haven’t you come back?” Alena was already bored from waiting. She was afraid that something bad might just happen, so she called and asked.

Waylon’s heart suddenly was confused, he smiled unconsciously and said, “Now I’m going back home. Wait a bit more for me at home.”

“Okay, just be safe.” Alena didn’t ask much. She agreed and hung up the phone.

Darcy was there the whole time. She heard everything clear. Her heart almost shattered as she failed to get Waylon’s attention.

“Bill, send Darcy home.” It was clear to Waylon, he has his responsibility with his wife Alena and he cannot just abandon her.

Darcy meant differently with Waylon. Though he is concerned with her, it will never be equated to Alena’s importance to him. Waylon just promised her that if she needed anything, she can just ask for assistance.

Waylon walked simply. He closed the car door and stepped on the accelerator. The silver Lamborghini quickly disappeared.

Bill twitched his lips and looked at Darcy who was still dumbfounded and said, “Let’s go, Miss Darcy, I’ll take you home.”

“Who asked you to bring me home?” Darcy had an irritated reaction. She wished to send Bill out quickly but does not really want to offend him. After all, Bill is a special person to Waylon.

Darcy reluctantly smiled, and nodded, “Thanks to Bill’s special assistance.”

The two quickly went away. When they reached the gate of Darcy’s residence, Darcy got off the car immediately.

When Bill disappeared from her sight, she slowly retracted her emotion.

Darcy blamed Alena for taking Waylon away from her. If Alena didn’t make a sudden call, she believed that Waylon will not just leave her behind.

Darcy grinded her teeth in hatred. Her heart was almost uncontrollable. She continued to blame Alena for ruining her plan.

The sky gradually darkened, and the street lights were lit up, one after another. Darcy stood by the roadside, she felt the coldness of the night.

On the other hand, in the presidential suite, Yves Kelly wore a black bathrobe and a pair of cotton slippers. He was walking on the soft carpet.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Perion Callista immediately looked at him. Yves walked to the wine cabinet and said casually, “The one I supposed to be here, is now knocking.”

Perion didn’t understand it at the time. He didn’t realize it until he saw Darcy behind the door. It turned out that everything was already under Yves’ control.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Darcy’s face was not really good-looking. When the door was opened, Darcy immediately pushed away Perion who was blocking the door and strode in.

Darcy’s sight swept across the extravagant place. She spotted the man standing next to the commander.

Darcy quickly walked over, “Mr. Yves…”

Yves took out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, uncapped the bottle, poured himself a glass of wine. He turned and walked back to the sofa to sit down.

He didn’t stare at Darcy much. He actually ignored the girl as if she didn’t exist at all.

Darcy hung aside. Her complexion was a little stiff.

Darcy spoke, “Mr. Yves, I’m here to discuss with you about how should I deal with Alena?”

Yves picked up the wine glass and shook it. He placed it under his nose and sniffed.

Seeing that he was still indifferent, Darcy went a little anxious, her voice raised a little. “Yves, I need to discuss something with you, are you listening?”

Hearing this, Yves raised his eyebrows and stared at Darcy. “Who said that I am interested in you? Huh?” Yves sounded sarcastic.

“What do you mean? It wasn’t last time…” Darcy asked in confusion.

“Last time was over.” Yves drank the wine. He continued, “If I remember correctly, Miss Darcy rejected my proposal last time.”

It was only at this moment that Darcy understood that Yves was holding a grudge towards her attitude.

Darcy can only count on Yves to defeat Alena. She needed Yves to succeed in her plan.

Darcy reluctantly breathe in and twitched her lips. “Yves, I was ignorant last time. I hope you would understand my misconduct before. And please listen up to me.”

Yves sneered. He placed the cup on the glass table. He was making a strange sound.

Darcy felt her heart tensed, and she intuitively felt that Yves would not say anything good.

Sure enough, Yves sneered. His voice was as cold as ice, “Isn’t Miss Darcy too naive? You can leave if you want, come if you want? Why should I help you?”

Yves leaned lazily on the back of the couch. His legs folded, one hand rested on his knees. Yves tapped rhythmically. It was like Yves was just watching a drama as he was looking at Darcy.

Darcy knew that she was being tossed, but she didn’t dare to just leave.

If Yves wouldn’t agree with her and she leaves again this time, Darcy was afraid it won’t be so easy to come and ask for help again.

Darcy’s complexion changed. She gritted her teeth with hatred but did not dare to show it.

Darcy stacked up a flattering smile and took the initiative to fill Yves’ glass with wine, “Yves, Forgive me for acting like I was a somebody before. I was stupid and naive. I didn’t understand Yves’ painstaking efforts. Please see that we have a common goal now.”

Yves didn’t speak. He didn’t stop Darcy from pouring wine into his glass. Yves was still indifferent and he wouldn’t show much emotion.

Darcy gritted her teeth and lowered her self-esteem “Yves, I beg you, forgive me and do me a favor.”

Perion stood up. He looked at Yves’s face when he heard everything. He heard all the stories and smiled and said to Darcy, “Forget it.”

Darcy’s lips curled “No, I said I was wrong before. I beg you, please help me.”