Chapter 20

Alena Wright froze when she was about to struggle. After a while, she gave up the struggle and leaned against Waylon's chest a little broken.

He smiled with satisfaction, squeezed her cheek lightly, and sighed softly, "If you have always so behaved, it would be great."

She chuckled, too lazy to answer his words.

Half an hour later. She stood downstairs in the company, looked at the car that he was speeding away, rubbing her forehead quite tiredly.

If she fights with him like this every day, she couldn't imagine her future life.

When she returned to the design department, it was obvious that the colleagues looked at her, not wanting to ignore it like that in the morning but instead explored and looked a little bit more.

Now, she still has to give him a design draft and she didn't care about it anymore. She pretends that she didn't notice anything, walked to her seat, sat down, and began to devote herself to the idea. Soon, she had an in