Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

“Don’t worry. Alena already went to the doctor. How do you feel now?”

“I’m okay. I just feel that my head hurts. I don’t know where it really hurts.” Darcy Harrington said while looking at him with innocent eyes. His straight eyes just didn’t say it clearly. Why didn’t he care about her yet?

“Don’t move. I’ll take a look.” Waylon Gray was afraid that if she continued rubbing her forehead, it would make her injury worse, so he subconsciously grabbed her hand and looked down.

There was no obvious damage on her forehead, which meant that the possibility of trauma was ruled out. It should be the cause of the pain.

Waylon stood up straight and said, “It should be nothing serious. Just take a good rest and the doctor will be here soon.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

After finally seizing this opportunity, how could Darcy let it go so easily?

She immediately said weakly, “Water… I want to drink water.”

Waylon quickly reacted, “Wait here in a moment. I will pour it for you.”

Everything in the suite was readily available. Waylon poured a glass of water in a cup before walking to the bed again and asked, “Come on. Can you do it yourself?”

He just asked casually, but he didn’t expect Darcy to collapse halfway when she stretched out. She hung weakly, obviously in a prostration appearance.

Waylon frowned, only handing the water glass to her lips in person.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for troubling you.” Darcy smiled weakly at him, but the corner of her eyes noticed the shadow at the door.

The person she was waiting for was already here!

In the next second, the lips that originally held the rim of the cup suddenly pressed hard. The mouth of the cup was perfectly missed from Darcy’s lips. Water suddenly flowed out of the cup and wet the clothes on Darcy’s body.

“How are you feeling?” Waylon reacted quickly and immediately helped Darcy to lie down to avoid more water stains on her body.

“It’s hot…” Darcy looked at him. The mist was gradually rising in her eyes as if she was really hot.

Waylon realized with hindsight that the glass of water he poured just now was warm water, so the temperature might be a bit high.

He immediately pulled out the tissue from the side and wiped it for Darcy.

The shadow at the door got closer until a slender figure stood at the door of the room.

Darcy found the right time and immediately grabbed Waylon’s hand. Her face was flushed, “Don’t you…”

“What are you doing?” A sharp shout came from the direction of the door.

Waylon looked back and saw Alena’s face full of anger.

He was stunned for a moment. He followed Alena’s gaze and noticed that his hand was not in the right position, but just above Darcy’s chest.

Looking at his action, it was as if he was planning to do something, but Darcy stopped it.

Knowing that she had misunderstood, Waylon immediately withdrew his hand, stood up, and wanted to explain, “Alena, it’s not what you think. We just…”

“I don’t want to listen!” Alena thought of Waylon’s ambiguous attitude towards Darcy when she came back from an injury, and combined with the scenes she saw before her eyes. Her face became red and her eyes flushed slightly.

She turned her head and strode away.

She just forgave him, but Waylon actually did such action to Darcy.

Alena was so sad that her heart seemed to be held tightly by someone. The pain was so painful that she didn’t even have the strength to breathe.

There was a deathly silence in the room.

Darcy sat up from the bed in fear, “Mr. Gray, is Alena misunderstanding us?”

Waylon didn’t speak but gave her a deep look.

“Mr. Gray…” Darcy let out a guilty conscience with a look at Waylon’s eyes. Darcy yelled unconsciously.

Waylon didn’t say a word, turned, and headed outside the door.

When he walked to the door, he happened to meet Bill Clay.

Bill opened his mouth and said, “Mr. Gray, I found the doctor.”

Waylon faintly retracted his gaze, “Let him take care of Darcy’s diagnosis and treatment.”

After speaking, he added another sentence, “After everything is done, change everything in my room. I don’t like having a second person touch my personal items.”

These words undoubtedly slapped Darcy fiercely. Her face flushed, and she tightly grasped the bedsheet under her.

Why? What the hell was this for?

How could she not be compared to Alena!?

Although Bill didn’t know what had happened, he also felt the chill radiating from Waylon’s body. He immediately nodded in a hurry, “Yes, I understand.”

Waylon didn’t speak and walked away from here.

He knew that Alena misunderstood the situation. The look in her eyes just now seemed to be filled with despair.

Waylon understood that Alena might be really sad this time.

On the other side…

Alena squatted on the rock by the sea, hugged herself with her hands, and buried her face in her knees.

The pain in her heart reminded her of what happened just now. Alena couldn’t believe that Waylon would do such a thing to Darcy.

She wanted to convince herself not to think about it, but the dazzling scene kept playing back in her mind.

“Don’t think about it… Don’t think about it.” Alena shook her head painfully.

“Waylon and Darcy, were the two of them really…” She thought inside her mind.

Alena was sad at this moment.

“Don’t cry.” A gentle voice suddenly came from behind.

Alena turned her head and realized that it was Yves.

Yves handed over his handkerchief, “If you cry again, your eyes will be swollen. Be good. Don’t cry.”

Looking at the blue handkerchief handed to her, Alena could no longer control her emotions. She tightly grasped Yves’ arm, “All of this is fake, right? It just read it in a wrong way, right?”

Yves didn’t speak but looked at her quietly. His sympathetic eyes had explained everything.

Alena’s hand sank little by little. She laughed mockingly and closed her eyes in pain.

How could it be fake?

Waylon’s movements and Darcy’s expression all told her what happened.

No wonder that Waylon’s attitude towards Darcy had become so strange recently. It turned out to be like this.

“You must think that I am ridiculous now, don’t you?” Alena said somewhat self-deprecatingly.

“No…” Yves walked over and touched her head, comforting her like he was her big brother, “It’s not your fault.”

In total suffering, Alena didn’t realize the horror of this sentence. If he was someone who really wanted to comfort her, he would try her best to explain it.

But when Yves spoke, he undoubtedly confirmed the relationship between Waylon and Darcy.