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Chapter 382 Waylon Lewis the Old Bull Eats Young Grass

Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Waylon Lewis the Old Bull Eats Young Grass

Waylon Lewis returned to his room and didn’t see Hope Williams. After circling the second floor, he found her in Luke and Willow’s room.

Hope was sitting between their two small beds, taking their temperatures. Both were normal, with no fevers, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Hope stood up and put the thermometer back. Waylon silently walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Looking up, Hope saw his sorrowful expression and could hardly suppress a chuckle.

Waylon Lewis said, "I didn’t get enough kisses, let’s continue."

Hope’s eyelashes trembled slightly, recalling the awkward scene, the mood from before was gone, "No, I’m going to sleep."

Waylon’s face darkened slightly.

Hope smirked wryly, knowing that although he wouldn’t dare touch her because she was pregnant, he seemed always to bring trouble upon himself.

"I have something serious to discuss. It’s been a long time since we took them out. They are getting restless. I’m planning to take them to the amusement park tomorrow. Do you have time to join us?"

Luke and Willow would sure be thrilled if Waylon could join them.

Waylon frowned, his expression complicated, obviously tied up with company matters.

Hope pursed her lips, "If you’re busy, no worries. I’ll take them myself. Aria and Wyatt Lewis also said they’d join."

Waylon sighed, "I will finish up and come find you."

Hope nodded, "Okay."

The next day, Luke and Willow woke up early, excited upon hearing that Hope really was taking them to the amusement park.

Hope looked at the two little ones with a tender smile, but to be safe, she took their temperatures again.

The two kiddos touched each other’s foreheads, then turned to Hope and shook their little hands, "No fever, no fever."

Ready to go out, fever or not!

Seeing their excited expressions lightened Hope’s mood.

As they were going to the amusement park, the two little ones wanted to choose their own outfits.

Usually, Hope chose their clothes, but today they chose for themselves, and she was quite excited to see their choices.

Soon, they hopped out of the room like two little bunnies, one white and one gray.

Their fuzzy appearances were adorably soft; Hope almost forgot about the cartoon bunny suits she once bought while shopping. They were so cute she had to get them, and today they finally came in handy.

"Mommy, is this okay?"

The two little ones hopped and twirled around.

"Absolutely, my two treasures are so adorable," Hope said with a laugh, rubbing their bunny ears, "Hold on a sec."

Hope ran back to change into a similarly styled outfit and tied her hair into two low ponytails, looking full of vitality and vigor.

"Let’s go, Mommy will have a blast with you today."

"Yay!"

As the three descended the stairs, Waylon Lewis who was having breakfast looked up. Stopping with his coffee mid-air, his eyes filled with the sight of the girl approaching him.

"How do I look?" Hope smiled, moving closer to Waylon.

Waylon’s eyes twinkled with amusement, "Beautiful."

Receiving Waylon’s compliment made Hope’s smile even brighter.

"It seems my outfit is quite a success."

"You look good in everything," Waylon couldn’t take his eyes off Hope, his look brimming with affection.

Hope blushed with his praise.

"Daddy, though you can’t come with us because you have to work, we’ll take photos for you," Willow said thoughtfully.

"Yes, yes, Luke brought a camera, we’ll take photos and send them to you, Daddy."

"Good," Waylon nodded, "Make sure to take lots of photos of your mom and send them to me."

Waylon only wanted to see his wife.

"Let’s eat quickly and I’ll drop you off," Waylon pulled her to sit next to him.

"No need, you’ll be late for work. Wyatt and Aria Richardson are coming by car; we’ll go with them," Hope said, sipping her milk.

Waylon Lewis immediately raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit annoyed inside. They both were going together, yet he surprisingly had to work today!

Waylon Lewis felt it was unfair.

While chatting, Wyatt Lewis and Aria Richardson arrived one after the other; seeing Hope Williams’ outfit, he couldn’t help but blink.

Wyatt Lewis had an expression as if he had discovered a new world while looking at Hope Williams.

Hope Williams’ outfit today was a completely different style from before; the previous Hope Williams was entirely gentle and stunning, today was completely cute.

It must be said that his brother’s taste was really sharp; his sister-in-law was a great beauty who could master any style.

Wyatt Lewis glanced at Waylon Lewis and stroked his chin slowly as he spoke, "Sister-in-law, this outfit of yours, sitting next to my brother..."

Hope Williams blinked, "What about it?"

"It makes my brother look like an old cow eating tender grass," Wyatt Lewis blurted out without thinking, and instantly regretted it.

"Cough cough..." Aria Richardson silently moved away from Wyatt Lewis; she really didn’t understand why this guy started looking for trouble as soon as he arrived.

Was his skin itching again?

Hope Williams tugged at her lip; this was complimenting her youth... why did the air suddenly become cold.

Wyatt Lewis quickly jumped behind Hope Williams.

Because a cold glance had already swept over him.

"You’re saying I’m old?"

Wyatt Lewis shivered, waving his hands frantically, "No no no no, I absolutely didn’t mean that."

Wyatt Lewis desperately winked at Hope Williams, his eyes nearly flying out.

Sister-in-law, save me!

Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis’ stern face and quickly smoothed things over, "How could that be, how could my husband be old, my husband is young and handsome, I love him the most."

Waylon Lewis was only two years older than Hope Williams, definitely not old.

As soon as Hope Williams finished speaking, it was as if winter had turned to spring, spring breeze brushed across and the sun shone brightly.

Aria Richardson tugged her lip, because of a few words from Hope Williams, President Lewis turned unexpectedly docile.

Incredible.

Hope Williams glanced at the time, it was almost 8:30 already, so she urged Waylon Lewis to go to work.

Waylon Lewis left reluctantly, as if he was being forced to go to work.

At 9:30, a few of them arrived at the amusement park. Since it was a weekday, there weren’t many people, which was good so they wouldn’t have to wait long for a ride.

Luke and Willow got off the car like two birds freed from a cage, quickly hopping towards various amusement facilities.

Hope Williams stood in place and turned around, her eyelids involuntarily twitching; there were many rides here, roller coasters, bumper cars, swinging boat, free fall, spinning tops, pirate ship, haunted house... all were brave games.

"Mommy, let’s go on this."

Luke and Willow uniformly pointed towards the huge pirate ship; Hope Williams glanced at it and saw it was quite thrilling, people on it were already sending out bursts of screams.

"Mommy, godmother, second uncle, come quickly."

Hope Williams shook her head, feeling a chill inside, "I don’t think this suits me, I’m pregnant."

Having said that, Hope Williams silently looked towards the other two with her delicately arched eyebrows jumping, "It’s up to you guys now."

Aria Richardson was quite excited; Wyatt Lewis lightly tugged at his lip, somewhat resistant. Aria Richardson patted Wyatt Lewis on the shoulder, jokingly said, "You’re not scared, are you?"

"Who’s scared?" Wyatt Lewis puffed out his chest, going forward with a face ready to meet his fate.

Hope Williams with a gentle smile in her eyes and brows, took out her phone to take charge of snapping photos for them.

Then, holding her phone, she took a selfie.

At this moment, in the Lewis Clan meeting room, the atmosphere was serious.

All the senior executives present had their backs stiff, concentrating fully, afraid to be distracted even a bit.

Waylon Lewis sat at the main seat, his handsome face not showing much emotion, a bespoke tailored suit accentuating his dignified and stable demeanor.

Different departments took turns reporting on their work.

Waylon Lewis intermittently twirled the black phone in his hand; occasionally, the phone would ring, and he almost immediately opened it, afraid to miss any important messages.