Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

It turns out that there is no empathy in this world. Perhaps when your heart is already restless, it seems to others that you are just a little quieter than usual or feel that you are a little strange.

With a bitterly silent smile, Alena Wright adjusted her emotions as much as possible, walked in relieved, and asked suspiciously, “What are you talking about? Why are you so happy?”

Probably because she was a little surprised by her lighthearted tone, neither of the people in the lounge recovered.

Yves Kelly had a quicker response. He clenched one hand into a fist and coughed gently against his mouth, “Just chat.”

Alena Wright was noncommittal, and she didn’t care, but she didn’t want to keep herself immersed in that inexplicable emotion.

When she walked to her seat and sat down, Alena Wright took out her iPad and said to them, “I have something to deal with. Do call me when the time is almost up.”

“Okay.” Darcy Harrington was the one who spoke. She watched Alena Wright get into work and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

The atmosphere in the lounge suddenly became a little weird. Neither Darcy Harrington nor Yves Kelly had expected that Alena Wright went to the bathroom, and after coming back, there was such a big difference in attitude before and after.

Darcy Harrington glared at Yves Kelly without a trace and asked what was going on with her eyes?

Yves Kelly shook his head without a trace. How could he know?

Could it be that the misunderstanding between Waylon Gray and Alena Wright was resolved?

This idea flashed in his heart but was quickly rejected by Yves Kelly himself.

If their misunderstanding is resolved, Waylon Gray will know that the person with whom he has a relationship is not Darcy Harrington. At the same time, he can immediately think of the video being tampered with.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Being teased like this, Waylon Gray’s temper will not remain silent.

However, everything is calm now, which proves that Waylon Gray still doesn’t know everything.

Then there is only one explanation, Alena Wright may be pretending.

Yves Kelly figured it out, but Darcy Harrington couldn’t figure it out. She opened her mouth several times, as if she wanted to say something, but every time she endured it.

Yves Kelly was afraid that she would say something terrible. So he took out his mobile phone and quietly edited a text message, and sent it over.

Sure enough, after seeing his guess, Darcy Harrington also calmed down.

After another half an hour, the boarding time was finally approaching.

Yves Kelly spoke first, “Alena Wright, how are you doing? It’s time for us to board the plane.”

Hearing this, Alena Wright raised her head and glanced at him and smiled faintly, “We already have way done. Let’s do the rest on the plane.”

“Okay, let’s go quickly.” Darcy Harrington also stood up and took the initiative to help Alena Wright pack her things.

After an hour, the plane finally landed, and a group of three came out back and forth.

“It’s already so late. How can we go back?”

Darcy Harrington looked back at Alena Wright and said it was an inquiry, but it was a temptation.

If she called Waylon Gray, will Waylon Gray come back to pick them up?

“Or I see if I can call a car with my mobile phone?” Alena Wright took out her mobile phone while talking.

Yves Kelly hurriedly stopped her, “Don’t be so troublesome. I had arranged it when I came, and I will send you back later.”

His voice fell to the ground, and a black Ferrari stopped in front of a few people. Yves Kelly’s assistant got out of the car and respectfully said to Yves Kelly, “Hello, Mr. Yves Kelly.”

“Well, put all the luggage in the back.” Yves Kelly instructed lightly and opened the door for them very gentlemanly, “You two should sit in the back.”

Alena Wright did not postpone, “I’m troubling you too much.”

Yves Kelly looked at her, deliberately holding a straight face, “Alena Wright, if you want to be so polite with me, I won’t send you off.”

These words seemed to be angry and threatening. Alena Wright shook her head and laughed, “Okay, I see. I will not be polite to you next time.”

Yves Kelly nodded in satisfaction, closed the car door for them, and sat in the co-pilot.

The high-speed traffic at the airport in the middle of the night is not too much. The voices of each other are audible.

Yves Kelly looked back at Alena Wright and said, “By the way, does Waylon Gray know that we are back?”

These words stopped Alena Wright’s question. Her expression was a bit awkward, but she still told the truth, “Waylon Gray can’t get through on the phone, but I have already sent him a message. If he turns on the phone, he should see it, right?”

“Oh, that’s good.” Yves Kelly nodded faintly, “I also said that if it is not convenient, I will arrange for you to go to the hotel today.”

“No, he should be at home.” Alena Wright smiled and refused. She didn’t want to go to the hotel. She just wanted to go back to Gray’s villa quickly and find Waylon Gray. She wanted to ask clearly what is going on with him.

Yves Kelly didn’t force it. He just said casually.

Darcy Harrington was sitting beside her, and she kept silent. She kept her head down, playing with her mobile phone, but her eyes flashed viciously.

The car stopped at the villa’s door, and the assistant took down the luggage of several people.

Yves Kelly stood aside and said to Alena Wright and Darcy Harrington, “You should also rest early and come out for dinner together another day.”

“Well, so do you.” Darcy Harrington smiled and waved at him and watched Yves Kelly leave before turning to Alena Wright and said, “Let’s go in too. We should be tired after tossing all the way.”

“Okay.” Alena Wright replied, looking at the closed courtyard gate. Her anxiety grew more robust.

She had guessed countless possibilities, but she never thought that Waylon Gray was not at home.

The lights in the living room were on. There were no men’s shoes in the hallway, and the furnishings in the room were the same as when they left.

“Alena Wright, Mr. Waylon Gray is not there?” Darcy Harrington was full of pride when she said this, but she had to pretend to be puzzled.

She looked at Alena Wright and asked word by word, “Do you know where he has gone? Why doesn’t he come back so late?”

Every time she said something, Alena Wright’s face became pale, and in the end, she couldn’t help but bit her lips tightly.

“Don’t ask me. I’m a little tired. Go back and rest first.” As if trying to escape all of this, Alena Wright rushed directly to the second floor, forgetting the suitcase.

Looking at her back, Darcy Harrington sneered.

Some people are so fragile and can’t stand the slightest setback.

Back in her bedroom, Alena Wright looked at everything around her.

This place was once regarded as her and Waylon Gray’s new house, but now she is the only one left, full of prosperity buthighly desolate.