She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 358: Stop Messing Around

Chapter 358: Chapter 358: Stop Messing Around

Hope Williams rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit helpless, afraid that the two of them would start fighting. She reached out to hold Waylon Lewis’s hand, and said gently, "Stop it, we should welcome guests, not drive them away."

Hope turned to look at Liam Cloud, "Since you’re here, let’s have dinner together."

Liam Cloud’s mood instantly went from stormy to sunny, his eyes, previously cold, now brimming with victorious joy.

"Alright."

The speed of his change of face made both Luke and Willow marvel.

In his moment of triumph, Liam Cloud didn’t forget to cast a provocative glance at Waylon Lewis, who was radiating cold fury.

The murderous intent in Waylon’s eyes was impossible to hide.

"Am I important or is he?" Waylon asked coldly.

"...You’re important."

The icy expression on Waylon’s face vanished in an instant, and he lifted his chin, locking eyes with Liam Cloud.

Liam’s facial muscles twitched.

That sly Waylon.

Facing Liam’s eyes sharp as blades, Waylon was unfazed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Am I not important?" Liam pressed, looking at Hope.

Hope sighed and closed her eyes.

This was never going to end.

The two men seemed to be locked in an endless competition, with Hope caught in the middle, desperately trying to be fair.

But that was clearly impossible.

"Hope Williams, am I not important?"

"You’re also very important," Hope said immediately, nervously watching both men, fearful they would ask her to choose the most important one.

Fortunately, Waylon shut up and didn’t make it any harder for Hope, but she still felt a chill pass through her.

Liam Cloud gave Waylon Lewis a cold look, and then stopped as well.

Hope glanced at Luke and Willow and gestured with her eyes.

Clever as Luke was, he dashed forward and grabbed Liam’s hand. "Uncle Cloud, we haven’t finished our competition yet, let’s continue."

"You can’t lose to my brother, can you?" Willow pouted.

Liam huffed and looked down at the two kids, seeing right through their little schemes, yet he played along.

"Let’s continue. I’ll show you my true strength."

Hope breathed a sigh of relief.

Those two kids truly were her little angels.

Even though Waylon hadn’t said a word more, Hope could tell, this man was green with jealousy, and probably about to make a fuss with her again.

Hope’s eyes flickered, and she shivered slightly, "I’ll go check the kitchen to see if they need help."

With that, she quickly left Waylon’s line of sight and headed for the kitchen.

Waylon followed the retreating figure, stepping towards the kitchen.

As soon as Hope entered the kitchen, the busy servants greeted her eagerly.

Hope nodded gently, "Do you need any help? I can lend a hand."

The servants were taken aback and quickly ushered her out, "Ma’am, please go out, you’re pregnant, don’t overexert yourself..."

"Don’t worry, I won’t."

Hope didn’t want to go out and be subjected to Waylon’s devouring gaze.

The servants still didn’t want her to stay, worried she would be affected by the kitchen fumes.

"Ma’am, we dare not let you help us, there are kitchen fumes, and sir wouldn’t like that. Please go out, don’t get the smell on you."

Hope pursed her lips, about to speak, when a large hand suddenly wrapped around her from behind.

Hope shuddered, knowing without turning that it was Waylon.

As the servants saw Waylon enter the kitchen, their anxiety grew.

Waylon didn’t like the smell of fumes, and other than cooking once for Hope, he almost never entered the kitchen.

Hope looked at him and hurriedly pushed him to go sit down.

Waylon’s expression was not good, and the servants sneaked a glance at him and then quickly returned to their tasks.

Hope was about to wash the vegetables when Waylon grabbed her hand, took the vegetables from her, and pulled her back into his arms, "Don’t touch cold things when you’re pregnant."

Hope averted her gaze.

"What are you avoiding?"

Hope, hands braced against Waylon’s chest, looked around.

Although the servants were busy, their eyes kept drifting over.

Hope pushed Waylon urgently, "Let go of me first."

Waylon didn’t listen at all, instead holding her even tighter, refusing to let her go, "How important is he to you?"

Hope knew it; this man was determined to make a scene.

"I can’t believe you," Hope felt exasperated with his never-ending fixation with the question, "He is not as important as you."

Hope’s answer softened Waylon’s expression a bit, and he kissed her lips, but his voice still held a note of displeasure.

"Why let him stay for dinner?"

"He’s a guest, would you really be okay with kicking him out?"

"I would, as long as you agree, I’ll have him thrown out immediately."

"No."

"Why not?" Waylon clearly unhappy, leaned down to press his lips against hers, nibbling lightly at her lip.

Hope pushed him away immediately, covering his misbehaving mouth, glancing sideways with concern, "Aren’t you embarrassed? People are watching."

No sooner had Hope finished her sentence than the servants, who seemed busy but had their eyes turned to the corner, quickly looked away.

Hope’s cheeks flushed pink.

Their glances were all too obvious.

Waylon did not let her go, pulling her waist tighter, holding her, and taking her to the corner, directly out of the servants’ line of sight, their overtly covert movements suggesting to anyone watching that the two of them were up to something indecent.