Chapter 270

In the living room, Waylon Gray hugged Alena Wright tightly.

After these few days of self-torture, he restrained himself from missing Alena Wright. Even if he lived together under the same roof, he still wanted to look at her, talk to her, and quietly accompany her.

"Alena Wright, are you still angry with me?"

Alena Wright's heart almost jumped to her throat when she leans against the man's warm chest.

She knew that Waylon Gray must have something to say when she stayed, but she didn't expect that Waylon Gray would suddenly hug her. Does this mean that he is finally willing to face it calmly?

Especially after hearing his words, all the grievances accumulated in my heart suddenly surged.

Alena Wright's nose was a little sour, but she forced herself to remain calm, "I should have asked you this sentence. Will you always be mad at me all the time?"

"I didn't!" Waylon Gray hugged her tighter, and the guilt in his eyes flashed, "I'