Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

Waylon Gray is staying on the second-floor balcony of his private villa, watching the dark clouds gathering more in the sky. He drank half of the red wine, and it is about to rain.

Under the dark sky, a petite figure rushed to the villa.

Alena Wright plucked up the courage to shout, “Waylon Gray, come out!”

She had no other way. Waylon Gray wouldn’t answer her phone at all, and she had nothing to do except for this stupid way.

Hearing the familiar voice, Waylon Gray frowned, put the wine glass in his hand on the table next to him, got up, and looked down.

In his sight, Alena Wright was looking in this direction with her head up.

Seeing Waylon Gray appear, she was about to speak with joy on her face but saw him turning around and leaving without mercy.

Alena Wright froze, and all the smiles disappeared cleanly.

She clenched her lips unconsciously because she used too much force to leave a row of teeth marks on her crimson lips, “Waylon Gray, I have something to tell you. Will you listen to me explain it?”

The soundproofing function of the villa is excellent. If Waylon Gray closes the door on the balcony, all sounds can be completely isolated, but he has not done so for some reason.

Waylon Gray in the bedroom was sitting on the sofa silently, listening to the calls in his ear again. His expression was indifferent.

He loves Alena Wright as much as he hates her. She played with his feelings. Who gave her this courage to do so?

The dark clouds on the horizon were densely covered and gathered into a massive group of black colors. The lightning and thunder in the sky seemed like a storm is about to come.

In July, the sky changes as if an unstable relationship can distance itself.

Alena Wright stood under a locust tree. Her voice was a little hoarse because of the prolonged screaming. She held the trunk of the tree and shouted side by side, “Waylon Gray, listen to me.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

A frightening thunder flashed across the air. Alena Wright’s voice was covered entirely. She was taken aback and almost fell.

The big raindrops fell from the top of her head without warning. Alena Wright was soaked all over her body for a moment. Her black hair stuck to her forehead, and the rain fell down her cheeks and blurred her vision.

Waylon Gray, who had come to the first floor from the bedroom for an unknown time, was standing in front of the living room. His lips tightened as he watched the embarrassing figure under the locust tree.

He looked indifferently as if looking at an insignificant ant. His tight jaw remained unchanged as if the person outside the window had nothing to do with him.

“Gray!” Alena Wright opened her mouth, and the cold rain poured into her mouth. She began to cough fiercely. Her body was leaning on the tree trunk to support her strength.

She looked helplessly at the French window, and a lone figure was faintly visible across the heavy rain curtain. She knew that it must be Waylon Gray.

She didn’t believe that he would be so indifferent to her. He would watch her with bruises.

Maybe it was because God couldn’t see how she became so miserable now. The cold villa door suddenly opened.

Waylon Gray walked out step by step, holding a black umbrella. The diamond cuffs of the white shirt glowing indifferently under the dark sky.

Alena Wright raised her head and looked at him. Tears mixed with rain and slipped from her sad face. She stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve and said, “Waylon Gray, are you finally willing to listen to my explanation?”

“Shut up!” The two words coldly interrupted her beautiful expectation, and Waylon Gray sneered, “I don’t have time to listen to your story here. If you still have a little self-knowledge, you’d better leave by yourself and don’t die at my door. It will dirty my place!”

Ruthless words were inserted into Alena Wright’s chest, and she was so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe.

She forced her heartache and said, “Waylon Gray, I know you hate me for the lie that I said to you, but I didn’t mean it. Will you listen to me explain?”

With the straightness of Waylon Gray’s long body, he looked at her in disgust. His expression was indifferent as usual.

“Alena Wright.” He whispered, and his tone was so calm that it is easy to create an illusion.

Alena Wright looked at him expectantly. The hope in her eyes that she didn’t even notice.

Waylon Gray smiled cruelly, dark clouds gathered behind him, making his whole person look like a devil coming out of hell, “I think you should know that the most annoying person in my life is you.”

Alena Wright’s hot tears finally couldn’t help, and she shook her mouth out from her eyes, “It’s me, isn’t it?”

The black umbrella handle was tilted. Waylon Gray leaned forward slightly, staring at the woman’s unswollen face, and a nasty smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, ” Alena Wright, I am sick when I see you. Do you think I will really like you?”

He looked at Alena Wright up and down and sneered.

The look in his eyes that meant to be intrusive made Alena Wright even feel as if she had become naked in front of him.

“You should be grateful that you have such good skin. Otherwise, I won’t even look at you.” Waylon Gray stood up lazily, and the rain slid down the edge of the umbrella, wet his feet with cold light. In the beginning, you deliberately pretended to be dismissive of me. Successfully let me pass you through the desire to conquer.”

Seeing the woman’s increasingly pale face, he suddenly felt a sense of revenge, and his words became more ruthless, “I want to conquer you, and then I am tired of playing and kicking away, but now I have nothing to you. Now, looking at you will only make me feel sick.”

The words that should be said were finished, and Waylon Gray suddenly turned and strode away.

At the moment his footsteps were moving, Alena Wright, who was trembling all over, stretched out her hand to hold him, “What you said is not true. It is not your truth at all!”

She didn’t believe it. Waylon Gray didn’t have a sincere heart for her.

What Waylon Gray said wasn’t true.

Waylon Gray didn’t look back, but something full of sarcasm pierced her heart without any barriers, ” Alena Wright, are you empty? Can’t you do it without a man? Are you begging me to play with you now?”

Alena Wright’s body became stiff. Her lips were pale as paper, and the feeling of being humiliated in person made her face lose all the blood.

She didn’t believe that these were his true thoughts. She looked at him stubbornly, “Waylon Gray, I know you are in anger now. That’s why you say these unscrupulous words. You liked me. Otherwise, why did you risk your life to save me?”

Hearing that the woman’s voice has been crying, Waylon Gray’s indifferent face has not changed at all. His tone is full of sarcasm, “I said that you are prey that I want to conquer. So how can I allow my prey before I get it dead?”