Chapter 40

 "Alena, eat more, you are thin, these are what you like to eat, eat it!" Waylon Gray kept filling her bowl with vegetables.

She looked down at the bowls that had been piled up and twitched the corners of her mouth speechlessly. When she saw the dishes inside, she couldn't be surprised.

Because these dishes were really what she likes to eat.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Waylon, her fork tightened slightly, thinking of the afternoon phone call, her heart became more nervous.

"Alena, if you keep looking at me, it will give me an illusion." Waylon suddenly said.

Alena met Waylon's smiling eyes, her eyes filled with doubts, and asked, "What illusion?"

She didn't understand what he meant.

Waylon leaned forward slightly, looking at her with a faint smile, his thin lips lightly opened, "You already like my illusion."

She blushed, and immediately said excitedly, "You, what are you talking about? Who likes you? I don'