Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

Vincent also doesn’t understand, and it’s even harder to comment at will. Thinking about it, he had to be relieved: “You don’t need to be too worried, maybe the young couple quarreled, it’s the so-called bedside fight. It might be reconciled in two days.”

Alfred is not as optimistic as he is, and he knows the virtues of his son.

It might not be so easy for Waylon to accept Alena.

But only the people involved knows about their relationship, and sometimes the more others interfere, the more counterproductive it is.

Alfred let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with sorrow that was too thick to dissolve: “I hope I can really do what you said, and I don’t know when this kid Waylon will be able to regain consciousness, so that I can save time for this old man’s heart.”

Otherwise, he will leave regrets for the rest of his life, and he will not be able to look at him until death.

Vincent looked at the melancholy look of Alfred, and wondered why he was so worried, but this is after all a work of others, and the relationship problem of the younger generation is that he, the elder, is not easy to understand.

Because today is the 100th anniversary celebration of the Emperor Group, almost the whole city of A are gathered there, pushing the cups and changing the lights, and it is very lively.

Although the scene is noisy, it is not very easy to find someone in a short time.

Especially that person was Amanda who Waylon hated extremely.

After walking around the entire venue, Waylon not only did not find Amanda’s trace, but was dragged by several partners who had always been in contact with him and drank a lot of wine.

Waylon became more and more irritable, and his patience was about to run out.

After walking two steps to a place with few people, Waylon took a waiter by the hand, frowned and asked, “Have you seen Amanda?”

Being held by Waylon’s arm, the young waiter was obviously a little flustered, and his voice began to tremble: “Mr. Gray… I don’t know who you are talking about.”

With blue veins jumping on his forehead, Waylon changed his words: “Then have you seen the president’s wife?”

At almost the same moment, Alena, who was across a self-service counter, heard this familiar voice, and saw Waylon with a bad look through the stacked champagne tower.

Waylon?

How could she see Waylon?

Didn’t he go on a business trip?

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Confused!

Yes, she was dazzled!

Alena forced herself to calm down, stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes, but Waylon still stood there.

It’s really Waylon!

Why did he come back?

Alena was terribly scared. Her face was flushed with the cakes that she have no time to swallow. She hurriedly covered her face for fear of being discovered by Waylon. She gritted her teeth, lowered her head and rushed in the other direction.

Nothing matters, leave there first!

If Waylon finds her, then everything will come to light. How will Waylon react?

Alena didn’t want to gamble, although on that occasion, Alfred was there, even if Waylon saw her, it was impossible to do anything excessive to her immediately.

But she wanted to tell Waylon the truth personally, rather than being forced to be exposed face to face, at least to let him understand that all this was a misunderstanding, and she did not deliberately conceal it from the beginning.

But, because of being too nervous, Alena accidentally tripped the glass when she got up, and the crisp sound of breaking immediately caught the attention of the waiter.

The waiter immediately pointed to Alena’s back and said, “Mr. Gray, that seems to be the president’s wife.”

Waylon looked in the direction of the waiter’s fingers, and there was only a slender figure behind his eyes.

“Amanda!” With an angry growl, Waylon took two long legs and quickly chased her out.

This movement also caught Alfred’s attention, and the people around began to have some commotion, and they all whispered about Waylon’s unusual behavior.

Alfred had to stop and look back at everyone with a smile: “Don’t panic, Waylon has something to deal with. He will be back later.”

In the same upper-class circle, if you don’t want to die too ugly, you have to give the other people more or less respect.

Therefore, knowing that Alfred’s remarks were just perfunctory words, no one dared to question him, and talked about the topic with each other.

Panicked, Alena only wanted to get rid of Waylon, without seeing the situation ahead, she ran upstairs in a panic.

After a hurried glance, Waylon chased after her aggressively.

Even though she was a stairway away, she seemed to hear Waylon’s gritted teeth: “Amanda! You stop now!”

No way!

Can’t stand!

Can’t let Waylon see her face!

Out of the corner of Alena’s eyes, she glanced at an empty suite, and rushed in without even thinking about it.

At the moment the door was closed, Waylon’s figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and the door was closed with a slam, completely shutting off the sight of him.

Alena leaned weakly against the wall, panting heavily.

Fortunately!

Fortunately, Waylon didn’t see her face!

The feeling of the rest of her life was really too exciting, Alena’s heart was about to jump to her throat.

Now she doesn’t just want to save her life in front of Waylon, she doesn’t want to affect the relationship between her and Waylon because of her identity.

Waylon chased upstairs, looked at the tightly closed door, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

“Amanda, why are you running? Get out quickly!” He tried to turn the doorknob but there was no response.

The door was locked as early as the moment Alena closed the door.

Hearing Waylon’s words, cold sweat came out of her forehead, Alena clenched her fists subconsciously, and did not dare to move her body tightly: “Why are you looking for me? I’m sick and don’t want to go out!”

Waylon only thought that she was trying to play, his patience was completely exhausted, and his voice was as cold as ice: “Before I talk to you, come out quickly!”

Alena shook her head like a rattle: “No! Just say it if you have anything to say!”

Just speak? Through a door panel?

Waylon, the president of the Emperor Group, who made him dignified, yelling at people like a shrew through a door panel?

Sorry, he can’t pull that face down.

Reaching out and patted the door, Waylon narrowed his cold eyes: “Amanda, I have to tell you something very important, you quickly open the door for me!”

Alena did not dare to open the door, even if he broke the sky now, she wouldn’t be able to listen to him. She refused without hesitation: “I said I don’t feel well, can you stop struggling here?”