Listening to the sound of the engine started downstairs, Alena felt a little lost in her heart. Although most of the time Waylon was kind to her, she felt that at some inadvertent moment, he looked coldly at her.

Biting her lip, Alena forced herself not to think too much about it. Appeasing herself with the thought that if Waylon hates her, he would never bring her back.

Today was exactly the weekend and Darcy taking turns to rest at home. Hearing the muffling sounds, she was stunned when she heard the key inserted into the door hole and then thought of something.

The door was pushed open, and the...