She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 322: The Most Beautiful Bride

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: The Most Beautiful Bride

Hope Williams was adjusting her wedding dress in front of the vast mirror, preparing to step out, when she heard Waylon Lewis say, "I truly don’t deserve her." Hope’s hand, holding up the hem of her wedding dress, froze in shock.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

She hadn’t expected Waylon Lewis to say such a thing.

The chillness between her brows and eyes gradually replaced by a hint of warmth, she lowered her gaze, her eyes reddening despite herself.

The store clerk was meticulously arranging Hope’s wedding dress, and had heard the conversation outside; she quietly glanced at Hope.

She thought that hearing such words would certainly anger Mrs. Lewis.

After all, even as an outsider, she herself felt annoyed.

What was that woman outside thinking, stirring up trouble for someone else’s husband while his wife was inside trying on wedding dresses? Her words were too much.

"Mrs. Lewis, aren’t you angry?" the clerk couldn’t help but ask Hope.

"Angry? Why should I be angry?"

The young clerk pursed her lips, "That woman outside, she was speaking to President Lewis about you, right? Doesn’t that make you angry?"

Hope shook her head and lightly chuckled, "My husband has always been on my side, what do I have to be angry about?"

Hope turned her head to glance at the young girl, her eyes brimming with smiles.

That smile stunned the clerk who looked up at her—the illumination from the chandelier above lavishly spilled onto the woman in front of her, who was dressed in a wedding gown with her hair elegantly pinned up, a soft pink-gold veil resting on her shoulders, a gentle smile gracing her exquisite and perfect face.

Beautiful, she was so incredibly beautiful.

Unbelievably so.

Having worked here for so long, she had never seen a bride more beautiful than her.

Only then did she realize that indeed, President Lewis had been protecting Mrs. Lewis with every sentence.

She really shouldn’t be angry; the smile on her face now was precisely what a woman enveloped in love and unreasonably favored by her husband should look like.

Hope adjusted her wedding dress in the large mirror, a satisfied smile flashing in her eyes.

Outside, Vivia Fuller was still not content and was about to speak.

Just then the large curtain was drawn back, and she turned around reflexively.

A vast expanse of pink-gold skirt unfolded, studded with dazzling sequins that seemed like stars woven into the fabric.

A large bow was pinned at the back of her waist, and her hair was swept high, with layers of a pink-gold veil cascading down to cover the vast expanse of bare skin on her back, adding a sense of subtle beauty.

Waylon Lewis felt his Adam’s apple move.

Hope slowly turned her head, and her starry eyes instantly collided with his.

With Hope’s turn, the skirt twinkled ethereally; the off-shoulder design of the wedding dress added a touch of princess-like charm, so elegant and impressive, and unbelievably beautiful.

At the moment the curtains were drawn back, Waylon Lewis couldn’t tear his gaze away for even a second.

Hope, under such an intense gaze, felt a blush spread across her calm and indifferent face.

Waylon Lewis slowly approached Hope, the large and bright space silent as everyone’s eyes were intently fixed on the woman.

Hope held the sides of her dress, her long lashes trembling, as she slowly walked towards Waylon Lewis.

It took a moment for Vivia Fuller, who had been stunned in place, to realize she had been staring blankly at the cool yet dazzling woman.

How could Hope Williams be so beautiful?

Hope stood in front of Waylon Lewis, who lifted his hand to gently adjust the hair at her temple, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked at the woman before him.

"Very beautiful."

A smile spread across Hope’s face, "Then let’s settle on this one, I really like it."

"Alright."

Vivia Fuller felt like a joke standing to the side.

Vivia glared at her, and Hope, sensing the gaze beside her, glanced at her with unaffected calmness and knowingly asked:

"Miss Fuller, what brings you here as well? Are you here to choose a wedding dress? However, I heard from Waylon that we’ve booked the place for today and it’s not open to the public, so perhaps Miss Fuller should come back tomorrow if you wish to choose a wedding dress."

Her voice was cool and indifferent, her dazzling starry eyes casting a cold glance at Vivia Fuller, her expression detached.

Vivia stood rooted to the spot, her hands clenching unceasingly as she glared at Hope, as if willing to bore a hole through her.

"Hope Williams, how can you be in the mood to try on a wedding dress? Brother Waylon’s reputation is almost ruined because of you, the rumors in the company are wild, how can you have the face to stay here?"

Hope Williams looked at her calmly, her gaze hardened as she uttered a few words.

"Please leave."

"You!"

Vivia Fuller gritted her teeth.

"Can’t you hear?" Waylon Lewis coldly scanned the managers who were still frozen in place.

The manager immediately came to his senses and gestured for the security guard to escort Vivia Fuller out.

Vivia Fuller glared fiercely, as if her full heart of hatred could not be contained.

She shook off the security guard’s hand, "I will leave by myself."

Vivia Fuller walked to the door, turned back to glare at Hope Williams, then lowered her eyes to her phone, clenching it furiously, "Hope Williams, I will make you pay."

With the departure of the unwanted person, Hope’s mood improved. She stayed in Waylon Lewis’s arms, looking up at him, and lightly punched him in the chest, "Still trying to hide it from me?"

The two were close, Waylon Lewis’s eyes full of helplessness as he looked at her.

"I know you’re trying to protect me, afraid that I’ll get upset if I hear these things, but I’m not that fragile. From the beginning of being with you, I knew such troubles were unavoidable; I was mentally prepared. If they want to make a fuss or play games, I’m ready to face them."

Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis and smiled at him.

"But I’m quite surprised. You said you didn’t deserve me to irritate Vivia Fuller?"

Waylon Lewis bent down to gently kiss her brow, "Sincerely, it is I, Waylon Lewis, who does not deserve you, Hope Williams. I am so grateful that you chose me."

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.