Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

After she hung up the phone, Alena couldn’t help but sigh.

Although she promised readily, she didn’t know what to do herself. Waylon told her before that he didn’t like Darcy in their home, and at this moment, it would not be easy for her to make him agree to her requests.

Her current relationship with Waylon was not okay.

Waylon finished the dinner alone. Miss Thompson tried to hold it in, but she still couldn’t help but speak, “Mr. Gray, Mrs. Gray has not eaten yet. Do you want me to cook some soup for her?”

Waylon’s eyes remained emotionless, and his expression unchanged. It was as if he hadn’t heard Miss Thompson’s words at all.

After she waited for a while for his response, Miss Thompson sighed silently and stepped back.

Waylon put down the dishes, got up, and walked towards the study. When he passed by the bedroom, his footsteps paused slightly, but he didn’t say anything and left.

Perceiving movement at the door, Alena hurried towards it. “Miss Thompson, is that you?”

She opened the door, and there was no one in the quiet corridor.

Was it not Miss Thompson?

Could it be?

As she thought of the man’s name, Alena’s heart beat faster.

She leaned quietly against the door for a long time, and she went back to her bed sadly.

They were living under the same roof, but he was avoiding her.

Alena was tossing and turning all night because she was thinking about Darcy’s request. Alena then decided that tomorrow, she would ask Waylon. But her problem was how she should explain Darcy’s situation.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

The next day, when she was about to get off from work, Alena received another call from Darcy asking when she could move to the villa. She stayed alone in the apartment and did not dare to leave. That day, Darcy took a day off, which had seriously affected her.

Alena had to say it was coming soon and then rushed to the supermarket after work.

If she wanted Waylon to nod and agree, she had to please him first.

She didn’t know what Waylon liked, but seeing that he seemed to enjoy the food she cooked last time, she had to take a risk.

The silver Lamborghini stopped at the door of the villa, and Waylon walked out of the car. He quickly walked into the living room.

But that day was a little different from usual. All the servants were absent. Even Miss Thompson, who should have already cooked food at this point, was nowhere to be seen.

He stopped and glanced back, just to meet Bill’s gaze.

He asked coldly, “What’s the matter?”

Bill tried to pretend that he was serious. “Let’s go now?”

He wanted to drive off as he spoke but was stopped by Waylon, “Stop.”

His words made Bill sweat. He unconsciously stood up straight and turned his head stiffly. “President, what is bothering you?”

“What happened?” Waylon asked with a sneer.

Everyone was absent. There was a problem.

Bill laughed dryly, and his pair of sly eyes were scanning around the area.

“Be honest!” When he saw this expression on him, Waylon knew that Bill was looking for excuses.

Bill almost choked himself. “Ahem… President-”

Waylon looked at him coldly.

Bill was taken aback, and he didn’t dare to talk coy anymore. He said in a deep voice, “Ms. Alena asked the servant to leave. She wants to cook for you herself.”

The tense whereabouts gradually softened, and the cold aura emanating from his whole body also eased. Waylon snorted softly, “You are listening to her.”

Bill’s face was pale. It was hard for him to say more.

“Okay, let’s go down.” Waylon waved faintly and turned to the study room. His footsteps were much lighter than before.

Alena took a large bag of ingredients and glanced into the yard. She arrived home late. The lamp in the study was already turned on, and she knew that Waylon had already returned.

She didn’t know if this guy was hungry. Has he ordered a takeaway beforehand?

Alena was a little anxious, fearing that today’s preparations would fall short again, so she hurried to the kitchen.

In front of the study window, Waylon slowly retracted his gaze. His eyes softened a lot as he looked at the petite figure in the kitchen

This woman knew what would make him happy.

Afraid of delaying Waylon’s meal, Alena moved neatly and crisply. The fragrance of the food gradually wafted out of the kitchen.

She did it very seriously and didn’t pay attention to the movement coming from the stairs.

Waylon stepped down the last step and saw Alena’s busy figure across the wine cabinet.

The petite woman was simply wearing an apron. A strand of hair was hanging down on her forehead, which was slightly swaying in the air as she chopped vegetables.

Waylon stood quietly on the spot and suddenly felt a sense of warmth. The hollow in his chest was gradually filled, and warmth flowed through his limbs. Then, it finally reached his heart.

“I still have one last dish to cook. I don’t know if Waylon is hungry.” Alena muttered to herself. Her hand movements became swifter, and soon, the last dish was also out of the pot.

She walked toward the dining table with the plate, but her footsteps froze suddenly.

Waylon was at the counter and hid deep black eyes were looking at her calmly.

Alena became a little nervous for no reason.

She paused before speaking, “Are you hungry? The meal is ready.”

Waylon didn’t speak. He looked at her, then he turned around and sat down at the dining table a few seconds later.

Although he still didn’t say a word, Alena breathed a sigh of relief. She adjusted her emotions and brought up the dishes. “I made the dishes you like. Eat more while it’s hot.”

Alena had already taken the initiative to this point, and Waylon did not deliberately hold ignored her anymore. In Alena’s expectant gaze, he picked up the spoon and tasted a green bean.

When he saw this, Alena immediately moved the plate of green beans to him and hesitated to say, “Waylon, I have something to say to you.”

Alena took a deep breath, and for Darcy’s sake, she was also willing to do anything.

“I know that what happened in the past few days made you very unhappy, but I didn’t mean it. I admit, what I said before is a bit too much, I’m sorry. “She stood up and seriously bent over to apologize.