Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

“Some mothers needed to bring their children, but this is not safe,” Alena said indifferently.

He stood upright, and Waylon hesitated for a few seconds, but when he looked at Alena, who was full of excitement, he knew he couldn’t disappoint her. He raised his foot and walked over.

Alena laughed. She stepped forward and took his arm intimately, “Waylon, is this the first time you have come to the supermarket?”

“What do you mean?” Waylon asked back.

Alena was embarrassed, “Is this truly your first time?”

Waylon became angry when he noticed that the people around them were all looking at them. Why was this woman shouting so loudly?

Alena didn’t think about his embarrassment at all. She patted her chest and said magnificently, “Then you will have a great experience today!”

Alena did her duty very well.

Waylon, pushing the car behind her, looked at him quietly for a while and suddenly asked, “Do you often come to this place?”

Alena took a box of yogurt and examined the production date before smiling at him, “Yes, when I lived alone.”

She suddenly realized what she said, and she quickly shut her mouth up.

Waylon raised his eyebrows, “What happened before?”

Alena put down the yogurt and pursed her lips, “It’s nothing. Shall we go buy some food and go home?”

Waylon wouldn’t believe her lame excuse.

“What happened before?” The supermarket was not spacious, and it seemed a bit crowded. Waylon was afraid that someone else’s cart would scrape her, so he subconsciously pulled her beside him.

He saw that she was a little depressed when she talked about the past.

There was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and Waylon suddenly realized something. He frowned and asked, “Did you want to say about the three years you spent living in the villa alone?”

Alena did not expect that he would be able to guess what she thought, maybe because she could not hide the flash of sadness in her eyes.

Waylon closed his eyes slightly. In the past three years, he treated the woman beside him like she did not exist, and he never even looked at her directly. He remembered that when she took the initiative to come to his door, he even dismissed her.

“Alena.” With a low voice, Waylon squeezed her hand, “I know that I was not good to you in the past, and I wronged you for so many years. I’m sorry.”

Alena’s eyes widened in astonishment, “Are you not blaming me for that?”

Waylon touched her nose amusedly, “Why will I do that?”

He embraced her, and they walked forward slowly, “Let’s forget the past. Always remember that the person I like is you.”

She was the person he liked, regardless of whether she was Amanda or Alena.

“Waylon,” Alena called his name.

She raised her head and glanced at the man next to her, and the smile on her face slowly appeared, “In those three years, I often came here alone to buy a variety of different fresh ingredients and make a sumptuous dinner.”

Waylon suddenly remembered that even though he had been avoiding Amanda, she never seemed to be discouraged. Even if he avoided seeing her, she often prepared something for him.

Sometimes it was just a caring and short greeting, and sometimes it was a table of hearty meals waiting for him to come home.

But, what did he do at that time?

He either refused directly or let her go coldly. He never treated her with kindness.

Those carefully prepared meals may be hot and tasty, but in the end, they still weren’t able to escape the fate of being dumped into the trash can.

Waylon’s low voice was a little hoarse, “In those years, did you have a hard time?”

Was it difficult?

Alena thought about it seriously. At first, it was tough. In that lifeless house, she would always wait day after day for someone who would never return, and her heart gradually learned to accept the fact that he would never go home. That process was long and painful.

She gradually got used to it. When disappointment had become a normal state, it was not so difficult for her anymore.

Now that they had reconciled, she knew that everything that had happened in the past should be forgotten, but it still felt a bit strange. Who would have thought that she and Waylon would be together like this?

“It’s okay. It’s over anyway.” Alena’s voice was calm as if the thousand days and nights were just a blink of an eye to her.

Waylon knew very well that she was enduring it silently.

He said, “It won’t happen anymore.”

“What?” Alena, who was immersed in her thoughts, was a little slow to react. She raised her head to look at the man in front of her. He then saw that Waylon withdraw the yogurt from her hand and threw it into the cart.

She froze for a while and suddenly understood the meaning of Waylon’s words. She laughed.

Her small hand was held by the man’s big hand, and his fingers were intertwined with hers, “Well, I will write this down.”

Many people were in the supermarket, and many couples held hands to select items in front of the shelves. Waylon and Alena looked like the rest of them. They looked like a couple in love.

In this kind of crowded place, it was inevitable that someone would bump at them sometimes, but Alena always had a pair of strong hands to protect her.

The two picked what they wanted, and after a while, Alena patted the cart, which was complete, and said to the man next to her, “Mr. Gray, can you please push the cart to the check-out counter?”

At a glance, there was a long line in front of each cash register.

Waylon retracted his gaze, and his brows raised.

He said, “Did we have to wait in line?”

Alena replied, “Otherwise?”

So for the first time in his life, Waylon, the president of the Emperor Group, lined up like an ordinary person.

The sun was about to set when the silver Lamborghini stopped at the door of Gray’s villa.

Waylon took Alena out of the car, “Go up and take a bath first. I will ask someone to cook dinner.”

They entered the courtyard together. In the living room, a middle-aged woman was wiping the table. When she saw them come in, she immediately nodded respectfully and said, “Mr. Waylon, Miss Alena.”

Waylon’s footsteps kept on, so Alena nodded to her in a hurry.

On the second floor, Waylon let go of her, “Hey, take a shower first.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Alena glanced at the bathroom subconsciously. She seemed uncomfortable, “I don’t seem to bring a change of clothes.”

After she decided to divorce Waylon, she took away all her clothes and luggage.