She smiled sweetly, took the initiative to take Waylon Gray's arm, nestled her head on his shoulder, and said in a daze, "Waylon Gray, can you promise me something?"

The subordinates in the villa had already retreated with vision. There were only two of them in the living room.

"What's the matter?" Waylon Gray also slowed down. His deep voice was also magnetic, as if with sultry magic.

It was just a few simple words, but Alena Wright couldn't help but fell into this kind of tenderness. She unconsciously said, "Waylon Gray, no matter what happens in the future. Let's stop quarreling."

Hearing these words, Waylon Gray only felt a...