Chapter 42

Waylon Gray lowered his eyes to look at her pink cheeks, his eyes deepened, he quickly turned aside his eyes, and his eyes fell on her wet hair, frowning involuntarily.

He sat up from the bed, shocked Alena suddenly raised her eyes, and asked, "What's the matter?"

He didn't say anything, walked to the side, and took a dry towel, "Get up, I will wipe your hair."

Wipe her hair?

She only noticed that her hair was still wet.

She wanted to refuse him to wipe it herself, but when she met Waylon's firm and acceptable eyes, she honestly sat up from the bed.

He stood by the bed, gently wiping her hair, his gentle movement was like caring for a treasure. She felt his gentleness, and she couldn't stop surprised.

She didn't expect that Waylon, who has always been cold, ruthless, and cruel, would have such a tender side.

"Alena I'm going to City B on a business trip tomorrow."

Alena Wright nodded and said, "I know, didn't yo