Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

Alena took a look. The style of this what they sell is similar to those that Waylon usually wears. The silk material is also comfortable looking.

She smiled, picked up a white shirt, and compared it. “I want to buy a men’s shirt, is there any recommendation you have for me?”

The shopping guide nodded kindly while guiding her to go inside. “I don’t know whom you want to buy. Is it your lover or…?”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Hearing the words lover, Alena was stunned for a moment and her cheeks were unconsciously stained with a layer of red. Answering the clerk, her voice was barely audible. “Well, I’m going to buy it for my lover.”

Later, under the recommendation of the shopping guide, she chose several shirts that suit Waylon’s style and finally chose a black silk shirt.

There is nothing very special about this suit, but the first time she saw it, she felt that it would suit him best. His resolute character and this simple yet generous cloth complements each other perfectly. After swiping the card, Alena walked into the rest area of the mall and checked the time. It was almost five o’clock and Waylon was about to get off work.

She digs out the address book, rests her finger on Waylon’s name. After thinking about it, she edited a text message and sent it over, not afraid to disturb him.

At the same time, Bill was reporting the results of the investigation to Waylon. “President, I investigated Miss Harrington. There is a school nearby that Miss Harrington is a student there. Every day after school, she will pass through that alley. Moreover, your ring is still in her hand. I’m afraid she is the person you have been looking for five years.”

Waylon turned his back to Bill and didn’t speak.

Bill asked tentatively. “President, do you want me to call Miss Harrington over?”

Waylon was about to speak but when the door of the office was pushed open, his secretary reminded him. “Mr. Gray, the meeting has already started.”

“No…” Waylon said to Bill and went to the meeting.

The thought that Darcy was a woman five years ago caused a huge wave in Waylon’s heart. He couldn’t calm down for a long time and hadn’t figured out how to treat Darcy. After all, that woman had saved him in the past but now that he already had Alena, he was torn.

So, he waited and think clearly before speaking.

Waylon went to the conference room for a meeting. Halfway through the drive, his thoughts were interrupted when his phone on the table rang.

He paused, flicked his fingers away, and Alena’s text message popped out. “Are you free tonight? Let’s have a meal together, sounds good?”

Waylon, who was working overtime, raised his eyebrows and didn’t return her. He lowered his eyes and didn’t know what he was thinking.

The computer conference was still going on. He didn’t shy away from doing these actions, so everyone saw that Mr. Gray who had never touched his cell phone during the meeting, held it in his hand and didn’t put it down.

The Department Manager who was reporting the first half of the quarter was stunned for a while, wondering if he should continue.

After hearing no movement for a long time, Waylon raised his eyes and took a faint look. His voice was cold and his anger was indistinguishable. “What? Did you forget what you should say next?”

After that, he didn’t give the Department Manager any more chance to speak and snorted coldly. “The meeting is over. I won’t wait until you are ready when you are presenting!”

When his voice fell, he closed his laptop with a snap. The moment that he stood up, his phone had already been dialed.

Alena didn’t wait for Waylon’s response for a long time and was about to give up going home. Suddenly, she received his call. Seeing the name of Waylon flashing on the screen, a smile was unconsciously pulled out from the corner of her mouth.

Waylon’s voice came. “It’s me.”

“I know.” Alena said with a smile.

With his long legs staggered, Waylon has already stridden to the elevator entrance. “How come you suddenly want to eat out?”

“Hmm… I suddenly wanted to eat out just because. If you have something to do, we can cancel it.” Although Alena didn’t seem to care very much, her clear voice was filled with faint expectations.

Waylon didn’t disappoint her either and slightly nodded. “Alright, where are you now? I’ll pick you up.”

Hearing his promise, Alena breathed a sigh of relief. “I will send you the location later and you can come where I am direct.”

“Okay.” After hanging up the phone, Alena quickly sent the location while searching for nearby food on her mobile phone.

Waylon doesn’t like French food very much and the western restaurant is just barely in his taste. Besides, Alena has seen him eat French food several times.

She searched for it and there happened to be one nearby. The location was set in advance and she just waited for him to come.

Waylon was not far from here and soon rushed over. The two met at the agreed place and walked to the restaurant together. Embracing her, he then asked casually. “When do you like French food?”

She nestled in his arms like a kitten and replied smoothly. “Because you like to eat here.”

A casual sentence made the man with a solemn expression smile in his eyes and the hand on her waist tightened a bit. “You don’t have to accommodate me like this, we can eat wherever you want.”

Sensitively aware that the aura on his body has softened a lot, Alena smiled sweetly. Her little hand slid against his palm as her fingers interlocked with him.

She said sweetly. “It doesn’t matter, I haven’t eaten it for a long time so I happened to want and taste of it together.”

Because it happened to be the weekend, the flow of people in the mall was much higher than usual and it was inevitable that there would be bumps and bumps in people coming and going.

Waylon always kept her in his arms but wanting her to be hit the slightest.

The two of them walked side by side and it seemed that even the pace was the same. Even if they were thrown into the crowd, the combination of his handsomeness and Alena’s beautiful appearance garnered a lot of attention. The tacit intimate appearance of the two people was like an extremely loving couple, which made people envious.

When they arrived at the established French restaurant, both the style and the furnishings give people a romantic and aesthetic impression.

In the melodious cello sound, Waylon gradually relaxed and enjoyed a warm French meal with pleasure both physically and mentally. He leaned comfortably on the chair, playing with a transparent goblet in his hand as he so9flty called her name. “Alena.”

After being named suddenly, Alena was a little bit unpredictable. A delicate little face was full of ignorance.

Waylon bent the corner of his mouth happily, took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

He asked. “Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

From the beginning to the present, the starry eyes of the little woman sitting opposite always sweep him seemingly, as if he wanted to talk but stopped, and seemed to suggest something.

Alena didn’t care when he saw through his mind. She clasped her hands on her chin, and said little by little, “Well, I have something to tell you.”

The atmosphere in the restaurant was very good, so Alena took out the prepared gift and handed it to Waylon.

“For me?” Waylon was a little surprised looking at the handbag she handed over.

When he met just now, he noticed the bag in Alena’s hand. He thought it was something she bought for herself, but he didn’t expect it to be for him.

Alena looked at him expectantly. “I will look at it again, I don’t know if it is appropriate, I picked it myself.”

Waylon glanced at it. It was a black shirt, the black he liked, so there was nothing to be picky about.

After eating, the two returned to the villa.

Waylon loosened his tie, glanced in the direction of the second floor, and said to Alena. “You take a shower first, I will use the guest bedroom.”

The weather is too hot, even if it’s just a short walk in from the gate of the courtyard, it’s sweating all over.

Alena also knew that Waylon loved the cleanliness and did not refuse.

When she came out of the shower, Waylon hadn’t come back, and she was the only one in the master bedroom.

In a quiet environment, it is always easy to make people think about it. Alena sits in front of the makeup mirror and puts on the mask, but she doesn’t know which corner her thoughts have drifted.

‘I don’t know, would Waylon like the shirt I picked?’