"Darcy." Alena murmured lowly with a mist in her eyes. "I saved him five years ago. If I remind him again what happened, will he be good to me as he is to you?" When she said this, her mind was in a mess and completely haywire.

Hearing her say this, Darcy felt a sense of urgency. If she was asked to tell her, wouldn't she have to give up everything she bothered to conceal?

"Don't." Darcy didn't even hesitate to stop her.

Taken aback, Alena's wandering thoughts returned instantly. She looked at Darcy in confusion and faced her with an expression full of puzzlement. "Why not?"

If Waylon is...