Chapter 118

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 of him. There was a cold sarcasm flashing in his eyes as he said, "Amanda, open the door."

The familiar voice that could no longer be familiar suddenly sounded. Alena's face faded with a sigh and she became extremely pale. There was no other reason why Waylon would call her Amanda instead of Alena. He ran and called her Amanda! There was only one thought i