Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

Waylon Gray raised his eyebrows and looked at a strange place, but there was still a slight impression in his memory. That was the wedding room that the old man had specially prepared for him and the bitch Amanda Quinston.

It was just that in the past three years, he had never come back.

He did not know what to think of, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

“Help me in.” Waylon Gray stretched out his hand to Alena Wright bossily.

Alena Wright was about to refuse, but when she saw that Waylon Gray’s face was a little pale, her heart suddenly tightened.

Forget it, forget it, help people to the end, follow Jesus’s preaching, and do a good thing today.

Thinking like that, Alena Wright helped Waylon Gray out of the car.

Good weight!

The man looked lean, but she didn’t expect the weight to resemble Muhammad Ali’s reincarnation, and she was almost out of breath.

Alena Wright clenched her jaw, helped Waylon Gray to the gate, thought about hurriedly getting rid of the heavy object, randomly took out the key in her pocket, and twisted the lock.

Before they could get in completely, Waylon Gray pulled Alena Wright’s wrist and closed the door with a loud slam.

While waiting for Alena Wright to react, she found that she was imprisoned by Waylon Gray between the door and his arms, his eyes staring at her gloomily.

“You, what do you want to do?” Alena Wright’s scalp went numb when Waylon Gray’s eyes are as sharp as a falcon.

Waylon Gray squinted his eyes and asked dangerously, “Tell me, why do you have the key here?”

Alena Wright panicked. It was over!

How could she make such a low-level mistake? Sure enough, it would be messed up if she cares.

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Was her identity going to be seen through by Waylon Gray?

That can’t do!

No!

She had not lived enough yet!

Alena Wright’s brain was running fast, and finally, her eyes lit up, and she said, “In the car, yes, the key, I got it in your car. Who knows that it is such a bit of luck, it can open that door?”

“Really?” Waylon Gray stared at the confused little woman, with the whole inquisition in his eyes, and asked with a smile, “What about the address? Don’t tell me that you saw it from the car, too?”

“I…” Alena Wright couldn’t tell why. She was nervous and sweating.

Waylon Gray stared at Alena Wright with eyes like a falcon and asked, “Are you hiding something from me?”

“What can I hide from you?” Alena Wright laughed dryly, her curled eyelashes trembled, for fear that Waylon Gray would see something was wrong. She said anxiously and wisely, “The reason I know is that I investigated you.”

“Investigated me?” Waylon Gray squinted his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up a bit, revealed a wicked smile, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and forced her to look at him, “Alena Wright, did you like me a long time ago?”

Hearing that, Alena Wright’s expression on her face froze for an instant, and she slapped his hand angrily, “You are too narcissistic, I don’t like you. The reason why I investigate you is just that you are a competitor of our company. Of course, we must know ourselves and the enemy to win every battle.”

She did not know if that reason could convince Waylon Gray. Her heart was becoming more and more guilty, her hands were tightly clenched, and she tried to maintain the calmness on her face.

Waylon Gray bent down slightly to get close to her cheek to see if she was lying. Their noses almost touched each other, and each other’s breathing was clear and audible.

Alena Wright’s heart beat faster, don’t doubt her, don’t question her.

She couldn’t help but toss from the start, and her voice was a little flustered, “You get out of the way. And then, I’m going back.”

Waylon Gray heard Alena Wright’s violent heartbeat, her white and slender neck was covered with a faint pink color, her deep eyes flashed slightly, and her tone became more and more seductive, “Let’s stay tonight, eh? I won’t mistreat you.”