Chapter 142

Because of his previous promise, Alena waited for him from dusk until dawn but Waylon never came out. Besides, even the dinner sent by Rhea was left untouched when he returned it.

Alena didn't dare to bother him casually, so she had to swallow all the loss alone. She couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed, thinking about Waylon's odd behavior repeatedly.

'Did he encounter something in the company? However, his appearance didn't seem like something happened to the company. What's wrong with him?'

Alena was thinking, the door was gently pushed open and series of footsteps echoed as he walked in. The empty place on the bed beside her sank and the fragrance of shower gel mixed with the smell of smoke penetrated her nostrils.

Immediately, Alena knew that it was Waylon who had returned.

"Did you smoke?" She rolled over to face him, wanting to see a clearer side of his face.

Waylon paused, then lay down casually, reaching out to fish her into his ar