Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

Alena rushed to the door of the bar out of breath, she rushed in without thinking too much.

The man in charge of letting out the wind spotted her immediately and hurriedly informed him.

So, when Alena found Darcy in the corner, she was horrified to find that she was blocked by several men in the corner.

When Alena saw Darcy being bullied, she rushed over.

“You are not allowed to move her.” She opened her hands to protect Darcy, her protective posture seemed to be defending her precious things.

Darcy, who was hiding behind her, was stunned for a moment, and she didn’t seem to expect Alena to rush over in such a careless manner, her eyes became a little complicated.

But these were nothing compared to Waylon. When she thought of the man’s name, her soft heart became hardened again.

She secretly nodded at the men on the opposite side, indicating that they could start to move.

So, under Darcy’s support, several men laughed wretchedly and approached Alena step by step.

“Don’t come here!” Alena had never seen such a battle, and her face paled in shock.

“Little beauties, don’t be afraid, brothers will be very gentle!” The wretched man had a big belly full of flesh, and it made people feel nauseous.

Alena protected Darcy and kept backing away: “Don’t come here, I have already called the police, and the police will be here soon!”

But there is a wall behind her, and there is no way out.

Alena was anxious, and a drunk Darcy turned around and yelled: “Alena, you run first, go find someone to save me!”

She exhausted all the strength of her body, and Darcy was pushed to a stagger and almost fell.

At the same time, several men also narrowed their encirclement and surrounded Alena in the middle.

Standing outside the circle, Darcy looked at everyone in front of her with cold eyes. The demon hiding in her heart gradually swallowed all her reason and humanity.

Alena, don’t blame me, but blame you for being involved with Waylon.

She closed her eyes and opened them again.

In order to achieve one’s own goals, one must sacrifice, but it’s just a sacrifice of Alena, it’s worth it!

“Help, don’t come over, don’t come over!” Alena’s face was pale, and her whole body trembled and warned.

Now she only hopes that Darcy can call someone to rescue her.

She was originally beautiful, but now she has a pitiful look, which immediately aroused the wretched desires in the hearts of these people.

At the moment, some people can’t wait to do it, pulling away the bag in Alena’s hand, and laughing proudly: “Beauty, don’t be so shy, my brother will definitely love you well!”

After losing her only weapon, Alena’s face became even more ugly, with a hard and thick wall behind her. She couldn’t retreat and could only shrink in the corner.

Facing the man approaching step by step, Alena embraced herself with her arms, as if this was the only way to gain a sense of security: “Don’t… don’t come over…”

Fear and panic were intertwined back and forth in her heart, her brain was blank, and only Waylon was in her mind.

‘Waylon, where are you? Come and save me.’

At that moment, she doesn’t know who took the lead and pushed the thin Alena onto the sofa, and the disgusting salty pig hand touched her white cheek.

“Tsk tsk, it’s slippery.” Someone sighed with satisfaction.

Yves walked into the bar with Waylon, who was silent all the way, and the playfulness in his eyes became more intense.

I don’t know if this occupancy, desire and control, the particularly strong guy sees such an unbearable scene, will it end up with Alena on the spot?

“Let’s go, I have already booked a table inside.” Yves said, leading Waylon towards the corner.

Darcy had received the news in advance, hiding in the dark and quietly peering at everything there.

Waylon walked halfway, his steps suddenly stopped, his body stiffened, his eyes fell on a bag not far from his feet, and there was a deadly chill in his eyes.

This is Alena’s bag, he recognizes it.

His gaze moved up inch by inch, and finally turned to a group of people in the corner.

At this moment, the words of the men who were stimulated were getting more and more nasty.

“Damn, this girl is so tender!”

“She’s a stunner, and her skin is white and slippery, and it feels so good to touch!”

Alena was pressed on the sofa. I don’t know who pressed her hand. She couldn’t even struggle with all her might. She could only say sternly, “You let me go…”

Waylon heard Alena’s voice, and he roared angrily: “Let go!”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

After that, he strode over, raising his leg with one kick, kicking the man standing in front of him.

“Ah, shit, who?” The man fell aside, moaning and groaning in pain.

Waylon seemed to have heard nothing, his eyes fixed on the woman lying on the sofa in embarrassment.

“Al… Ale… Alena!” He gritted his teeth with every word. It turned out that this woman left him and ran out to fool around with other men? And it’s a group of disgusting rascals and hooligans!

He was furious, and quickly beat a few men around, and then picked up Alena, who was lying on the sofa with red eyes.

Waylon asked with a solemn face, “Say, what are you doing here?”

Alena was really scared to death just now. She really thought that she would be given to those gangsters… Fortunately, Waylon arrived in time.

Just now she was able to resist being afraid not to cry, but at the moment when she saw Waylon, she felt relieved and couldn’t help it anymore. She cried aggrievedly: “I… I…”

However, Waylon, who was burning with anger to the point of losing his mind, didn’t notice her abnormality at all. He only thought that Alena had learned to cry because she was caught by him.

He snorted coldly, his eyes full of cold disdain: “Are you so short of men? One woman and four men? It’s quite fun.”

He squeezed her wrist tightly, as if trying to crush her bones with great strength.

Alena frowned in pain: “It hurts, it hurts, you’re hurting me!”

“Do you still know it hurts?” Waylon’s eyes burst out with monstrous flames, and blue veins on his forehead jumped: “Alena, I underestimated you, so hungry huh?”

Every time he said something, Alena felt sadder. Knowing that he had misunderstood, she quickly explained: “Waylon, listen to me, things are not like what you see!”

“Don’t call my name!” Waylon waved her hand coldly and threw her into the sofa: “You are not worthy!”

Words condemn the heart; Alena’s eyes are reddish: “Don’t you even trust me with this?”