She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 317: The Most Important Priority

Chapter 317: Chapter 317: The Most Important Priority

After the Lewis Family finished dinner, Waylon Lewis took Hope Williams and the kids Willow and Luke home.

Waylon’s phone kept ringing in the car, but in fact, it had been ringing throughout dinner. He had simply put it on silent because he was accompanying Hope back to her family’s home for the meal.

Waylon took out his phone and glanced at it indifferently. Hope, very astutely, silently picked up the Bluetooth headset and connected it for him.

Waylon gave Hope a look, the corners of his mouth lifting in a trace of a smile, as he took the headset she offered him and drove the car smoothly with one hand on the wheel.

While Waylon was busy with work, Hope and the kids in the back, Willow and Luke, cooperatively quieted down.

Waylon’s deep and magnetic voice filled the car. He took several calls in different languages, some of which Hope could understand. It seemed he was arranging work, probably dealing with a backlog from the past few days.

Soon the car entered the villa’s garage, and Waylon finished his calls. He got out, walked over to the passenger door, opened it, and helped Hope out of the car.

Hope looked at him, "Were you just arranging work?"

"Yeah, I’ll spend tomorrow, the weekend, with you."

Hope was slightly surprised.

Waylon then went around, opened the rear car door, and the two kids got out, their eyes bright and cheery as they looked at Waylon, "Daddy, are you not working tomorrow? Can you take us out to play?"

"No time."

"Liar." Willow and Luke wouldn’t be fooled so easily; he had clearly said he was going to spend the weekend with Mommy.

"You just said you’d take the day off to accompany Mommy, so how can you have no time?"

"To accompany my wife."

Willow and Luke slumped their shoulders, looking at their double-standard father. So there was time to accompany Mommy, but not them.

"Aren’t you busy with so many things, not going to the office?"

"I just arranged it. Don’t you want to go take our wedding photos? I’ll accompany you tomorrow," Waylon said as he ruffled Hope’s hair. "Sorry, I promised to do that today."

Hope’s expression shifted slightly, "It’s okay, I know you’re busy. We can take the wedding photos any time."

Hope was very understanding about her priorities; if he was busy, she would certainly not insist on him accompanying her.

"Not okay, if I can’t fulfill a promise on the same day, I certainly can’t postpone it any further." Waylon looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with indulgence, "I will arrange my work, and the time I spend with you can’t be lessened."

Hope smiled lightly, pursing her lips, "So I’m more important than work?"

Waylon replied softly, "Much more important. You’re always my number one priority."

The happiness in Hope’s heart was unabashedly reflected on her face at being someone’s top priority.

Willow and Luke were already used to Daddy always favoring Mommy, and watched the scene unfold without any surprise.

Not working the next day meant that Waylon was still working late at night in his study.

After taking a bath, Hope put Willow and Luke to sleep, then went to Waylon’s study.

"Are you not going to sleep?" Waylon looked up as Hope came in.

"I’m here to keep you company for a bit. I’ll go to sleep in a while; you go on with your work," Hope said as she sat down on the couch, "Don’t look at me; focus on your documents and computer."

Waylon gave a gentle smile, "Okay."

Waylon turned his attention back to the computer in front of him, while Hope, out of boredom, picked up a book and quietly read on the sofa.

The study was very quiet, so quiet that the only sounds were the tapping of Waylon’s fingers on the keyboard and Hope flipping the pages of her book.

But soon, Hope began to feel sleepy. The commotion with the Fuller sisters at noon had interfered with her nap, and now reading was making her drowsy.

When Waylon finished his work and looked up, he saw Hope curled up on the sofa, elbow propped on the armrest, hand supporting her head, and the other still holding the book, with her slightly tousled hair lazily scattered over her shoulders and her eyes closed in serene and gentle slumber.

The light softly shone on her, radiating a pure halo.

Waylon walked over quietly, muffling the sound of his steps, and gently bent over to pick her up.