She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 337 Very Sweet!

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 Very Sweet!

Waylon Lewis brought Hope Williams home, and two little ones bounced out to greet them.

"Mommy, you’re back."

Willow wore the same type of bunny ear hat as Hope Williams, incredibly adorable in her petite size.

Hope Williams chuckled, "Were my two little treasures well-behaved at home?"

"Absolutely." Luke and Willow answered with grinning faces, looking up. Only then did they notice Waylon Lewis standing behind Hope Williams. Perhaps feeling sorry for having overlooked him, the two little ones immediately called out, "Daddy~"

"Mhm."

Waylon Lewis had a resigned look on his face; these two little ones’ affinity for him was nowhere near that for Hope Williams.

Though a bit disappointed, Waylon was used to it and didn’t mind much, as long as they didn’t constantly cling to his wife.

"Mommy, isn’t this hat super cute? Willow chose it, you know." Willow pinched her bunny ears, her voice carrying a hint of pride.

Hope Williams patted Willow’s little head, "It’s very cute; Mommy likes it a lot."

Willow’s eyes gleamed as she turned to Waylon standing aside, "Daddy, isn’t Willow cute?"

"Mhm, cute."

"Then tell me, Daddy, who’s cuter wearing this, Mommy or Willow?"

Waylon looked at the mother-daughter duo and smiled gently.

Hope Williams blinked.

That was an easy question to answer. Usually, you’d say: Both are cute...

"She’s cute!" Waylon didn’t hesitate.

Hope Williams, "..."

Willow huffed, "Can’t Daddy be impartial just once?"

"That’s impossible."

Willow’s young heart was deeply hurt by Daddy.

"It’s alright, Willow, you need to learn to be like me."

"Be like brother in what way?" Willow’s bright eyes looked at Luke.

"Don’t ’ask for humiliation’." Getting Daddy to be impartial was out of the question.

Willow pinched her bunny ears, her cute face showing a look of understanding, "Brother makes a good point."

After all, they were the two little ones Daddy could forget at any time.

"Alright, alright, Willow is cute, so Mommy thinks Willow is cute."

With those words, Willow’s little face beamed with a smile.

"Do you want some ice cream cake I brought for you?"

The two little treasures nodded vigorously.

Yay for ice cream cake.

"Did Mommy buy it?"

"It was Daddy who bought it for you." Hope Williams said deliberately, to bring their father and sons closer together.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Waylon placed the ice cream cake on the table, opened it for the three, and though he didn’t show much emotion, the aura around him softened a lot upon hearing their thanks.

Hope Williams chose an exquisite ice cream cake, with soft sponge cake at the bottom and ice cream wrapped around and on top, garnished with fruits and nuts. The ice cream had slightly melted on the way home but still tasted great.

Their eyes lit up at the sight.

"Daddy, want some?" Luke ran to get a spoon.

"You guys eat, I don’t like sweets."

"Oh, okay."

"Cool down, eat less," Waylon reminded them indifferently.

"Okay, okay."

They agreed cheerfully.

Seeing their promise, Waylon was about to go upstairs when he stopped, glancing back to find three pairs of eyes uniformly watching him.

They looked as if they were planning to have a feast once he left, quickly averted their gaze, and sat up straight, looking as behaved as possible.

Waylon sighed, really, not a single one to give him peace of mind.

Waylon turned back, pulled over a chair and sat down next to the three, who exchanged looks under his warning gaze and tentatively took small bites of the ice cream with their spoons.

Hope Williams, being especially watched, was caught between laughter and tears.

Seeing Waylon watching her, Hope Williams scooped a spoonful and offered it to him, her clear eyes expectantly looking at him, "It’s very sweet; do you want to try?"

"Mommy, Daddy just said he doesn’t eat sweets..."

Waylon opened his mouth, taking in that spoonful of ice cream.

Luke, "..." Didn’t he just say he didn’t like sweets?

"It’s very sweet."

Waylon Lewis’s gaze calmly rested on Hope Williams’s face, a trace of white ice cream lingering at the corner of her mouth.

"Corner of your mouth," Waylon Lewis reminded her.

His reminder prompted Hope Williams to extend her tongue and gently lick the corner of her mouth.

"Any more?"

As her lashes trembled slightly when she looked up at Waylon Lewis, he raised his eyebrows subtly, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing, then glanced at the two little ones with an imposing presence and casually said, "Something just floated by, go see what it was."

Out of curiosity, Luke and Willow immediately looked in the direction Waylon Lewis had indicated.

Hope Williams also turned her head unconsciously, but in the next second, her chin was hooked by a hand, a strong presence closed in, and as Hope Williams raised her eyes, warm lips had already landed on the corner of her mouth.

Hope Williams was taken aback at that moment.

Waylon Lewis’s expression shifted as he released her, looking down at the still-dazed Hope Williams, he curled his lip slightly, "Gone now."

Hope Williams’s ears couldn’t help blushing.

"There was nothing," the two little ones said innocently, looking back at Waylon Lewis.

Waylon Lewis chuckled at the sight of Hope Williams with blushing ears, "Perhaps I was mistaken."

Luke and Willow were puzzled as to what kind of thing... could float... by!

"Mommy, why are your ears red?"

Hope Williams’s fingers tightened around the spoon slightly, "Maybe it’s... too hot..."

Waylon Lewis laughed softly and pushed the ice cream cake a bit closer to Hope Williams, "Want another bite?"

Hope Williams’s lashes fluttered slightly, and she shook her head, "No, I’m fine."

"But I want another bite."

Hope Williams bit her lower lip, sensing a deeper meaning in the way Waylon Lewis was looking at her.

"Daddy, you clearly said you don’t like sweets."

Without much concern, Waylon Lewis glanced at the cake that was mostly gone, his lips curved into a smile, "I didn’t like it before, but now I do."

Hope Williams bit her lip; this man really was...

"If you’re not going to eat, then go upstairs. You two shouldn’t eat any more either—eating cold stuff at night can cause stomachaches," said Waylon Lewis, mercilessly putting away the ice cream cake.

Luke and Willow, who hadn’t had their fill, stared at Waylon Lewis, "Just a few more bites."

"No."

The two little ones glared resentfully at Waylon Lewis.

They still received Waylon Lewis’s ruthless refusal; he never indulged them.

"Alright, have some more tomorrow; go to sleep first. Daddy’s right, eating cold things at night really can cause tummy aches. He has your best interest at heart, be good," Hope Williams said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looked at the two little ones.

Hearing that, the obedient children could only watch with wide eyes as Daddy carried the cake away and had no choice but to trudge upstairs to bed.

Hope Williams was busy tonight; sleeping was out of the question, so she took the things she bought to the study.

Waylon Lewis couldn’t find Hope Williams in the room but finally noticed the bright light in the study; Hope Williams was deep in her bustling tasks.

"What are you doing?"

Waylon Lewis walked over to Hope Williams and raised an eyebrow at the freshly primed canvas.

"The Hundred Longevity Painting." Hope Williams rubbed her hands and looked at her work with temporary satisfaction.

Waylon Lewis glanced at the clock on the wall, "It’s ten o’clock, go to sleep first and continue tomorrow."

"No." Hope Williams stubbornly shook her head, "It’s too late then, I must finish today. You go to sleep; I’ll be done soon."

Knowing he couldn’t persuade her, Waylon Lewis sighed and raised his hand to tuck her hanging hair behind her ear, "Need help?"

Hope Williams, busy with the ink, glanced around the room and had Waylon Lewis help her assemble the picture frame.

Waylon Lewis was more than happy to assist.

Once the canvas was dry, Hope Williams picked up the brush and began writing characters with great concentration, so much that she didn’t even notice when Waylon Lewis stood by her side.

Waylon Lewis’s lips curved as he watched the little woman’s focused demeanor.

Hope Williams’s calligraphy was impressive. The gradations of ink—both thick and thin—were well controlled, showing a balance of strength and softness, definitely a fine hand, which impressed Waylon Lewis.

It wasn’t until the latter part of the night that Hope Williams finished everything, looking at the Hundred Longevity Painting with satisfaction.

"Your calligraphy is beautiful; have you practiced before?"

"My grandfather taught me when I was young. His calligraphy is truly beautiful; mine is just passable."

"Your grandfather? You’ve never mentioned him."

Hope Williams’s expression darkened imperceptibly, and Waylon Lewis clearly noticed the change.

"I don’t even remember what he looked like..." There was a faint bitterness in Hope Williams’s voice.

Ever since her grandfather threw her mother out of the house, she had left with her mother and never saw her grandfather again.

Waylon Lewis’s brows furrowed slightly with sympathy, and he hugged her close, "Let’s not talk about it then. You have to get up early tomorrow; I’ll take you to bed."

Hope Williams’s brow eased, "Okay."

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