Waylon Gray is staying on the second-floor balcony of his private villa, watching the dark clouds gathering more in the sky. He drank half of the red wine, and it is about to rain.

Under the dark sky, a petite figure rushed to the villa.

Alena Wright plucked up the courage to shout, "Waylon Gray, come out!"

She had no other way. Waylon Gray wouldn't answer her phone at all, and she had nothing to do except for this stupid way.

Hearing the familiar voice, Waylon Gray frowned, put the wine glass in his hand on the table next to him, got up, and looked down.

In his sight, Alena...