Chapter 57

Waylon looked at her, feeling guilty. "Alena, I only care about you."

She was so angry that she couldn't laugh or retort and gave Waylon a fierce look instead. Bracing herself, she said in embarrassment. "I don't have one, it's not my date yet."

Waylon doubted what she said. If not, why did she have such a big temper?

It is rare for Alena to understand the meaning in his eyes. She only felt a rush of heat directly above her head. She can't help herself but felt so irritated that she stretched out her hand and smacked him. It just so happened that this slap hit Waylon's injured arm.

"Ouch!" Waylon's painful cry made her eyes widened in guilt. He clutched his injured arm, frowning tightly as if it were painful to the extreme.

Alena's eyes panicked and she worriedly asked. "Hey, are you okay?"

Waylon clutched his arms tightly and kept breathing in the air-conditioning: "It's okay, I'll be fine in a while."

Seeing him like this, Al