Waylon sneered and a monstrous storm surged in his deep eyes. He asked, "Is it really because you are inspired, or is your face swollen because of the peanuts? Huh?"

With a click, the ointment in Alena's hand fell on the table and was making a crisp sound.

She looked at herself in the mirror in panic. How did Waylon know that her face was swollen because of the allergy? Did he already know something?

The brief silence made Waylon even more angry. He clenched his fists tightly and creaked.

The elevator stopped on the 22nd floor. Waylon strode out and his gaze fell on the house number in front...