In an instant, Waylon Gray's heart softened into a puddle of water.

He put his arm around Alena Wright's shoulder hard for a few minutes and walked around her on the sofa.

"Sit down." Waylon personally poured a glass of water for Alena.

Alena obediently took it, looking at him with bright eyes.

Waylon is not angry with her anymore?

Waylon sat down on the other side of the sofa, took out a cigarette, paused for a moment, and put it back.

He leaned back, his legs folded, and his movements were graceful and natural. He asked, "Were you at Darcy last night?"

Alena was afraid of his misunderstanding, and...