She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 396: Will Being Obedient Lead to Death?

Chapter 396: Chapter 396: Will Being Obedient Lead to Death?

Hope Williams felt a jolt in her heart, and the deep voice rang in her ears, "What sort of mischief are you up to now?"

Hope was a bit nervous and at a loss, stuttering, "I... I’m reflecting on my faults..."

Waylon Lewis turned her body around, still pressing on her, but not using too much strength.

Hope’s face still bore the traces of tears.

Willow’s words echoed in her ear—she had to act pitiful.

As Hope was stared down by Waylon’s deep eyes, she desperately tried to stir emotions within herself.

But today the tears seemed to be against her, stubbornly refusing to come out.

Seeing her struggling to force out some kind of expression but failing, Waylon wanted to scold her but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Eventually, Waylon sighed, "Hope Williams, will you die if you behave?"

Waylon picked her up and tucked her back into bed. Hope noticed a bowl of steaming porridge on the bedside table.

It looked delicious.

So he had gone downstairs to prepare food.

Hope took a deep breath, her eyes unexpectedly filling with moisture.

She was deeply moved.

"How did you know I was hungry?"

Waylon sat on the edge of the bed, raised an eyebrow, his face still expressionless, picked up the porridge, and started to drink it himself.

Hope, "..."

Alright then! It wasn’t for her.

Hope’s head drooped, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Waylon glanced at her, silently sighed, and handed the porridge to her, "It’s hot."

Hope immediately lifted her head, her eyes sparkling as she took it and blew on the steam.

Hope was indeed starving.

She had missed lunch, and there was no time for dinner.

The appearance of the porridge wasn’t very appealing; it had meat and shrimp added to it. Taking a delicate spoonful to taste, there was a hint of burnt flavor.

Clearly, it wasn’t made by the usual chef at home.

Looking up at Waylon, it appeared as though he was the one who had made it.

Hope took a deep breath, and suddenly her expression changed dramatically, tears started spinning in her eyes, giving him a wet and pitiful look.

Waylon’s fingers twitched, lifted slightly, and then he made himself put them down, his heart ached, yet he maintained a hard expression.

If not, she wouldn’t learn her lesson and would continue to be reckless, disregarding her own health.

"Waylon Lewis... the porridge is delicious," she said as the tears threatened to fall.

Waylon turned his head away, seemingly resolved.

Hope silently lowered her head, like a cat despised by its owner, pitiful and docile to a fault.

She took a few more sips and stealthily looked up at him, catching a glimpse of his gaze before he could turn away.

"Waylon Lewis..."

Waylon firmly stood up, reminding himself not to soften, not to soften, lest she never learns her lesson and there would be a next time.

Hope wouldn’t let it go this time; she didn’t even put on her slippers before running over and hugging Waylon from behind.

"Stay away from me," Waylon’s voice was stern.

"I won’t," Hope refused to let go, "Can you stop being angry, Waylon Lewis, please don’t ignore me, it’s unbearable when you do."

Hope’s voice choked up, and tears dropped down with a plop.

Listening to the sound of her crying, Waylon’s heart felt as if it had been torn open.

He said nothing, and the next moment the arms around him loosened, as the woman managed to get in front of him, tiptoed, and with slender hands circled around his neck, biting his lips without any warning.

Yes, biting.

Offering no chance of refusal to Waylon, she bit his thin lips, savagely gnawing on them.

Waylon’s eyes widened with surprise, but he did not struggle, allowing her to kiss without finesse, his heart already set aflame by her kisses.

Waylon was undone, hands lifting to clasp her waist, bringing her back to bed, pressing her down into the blanket, looming face to face, his breaths hot and erratic.

"So you’re taking advantage because I can’t resist, is that it?"

"Are you not angry anymore?"

Waylon pursed his lips, his gaze heavy.

"Flirting won’t work."

"If you dare to act tough again, I’ll lock you up at home, forbidding you to go out and see what you do then."

Hope looked up at Waylon pitifully, her eyes watery as if she had been bullied severely.

Waylon pulled the blanket over her, straightened up, and glanced at the porridge set aside, "Have you eaten your fill?"

Hope nodded, "I’m full."

Waylon turned around.

Hope Williams panicked, "Where are you going?"

Waylon Lewis sighed, "To take a bath."

Hope Williams thought he was going to leave.

Listening to the continuous sound of water running in the bathroom for almost an hour, Hope Williams peeked in.

The design of this bathroom was really good, with frosted glass doors, enough to see the silhouette inside.

Hope Williams blinked her eyes, understanding something, her cheeks blushed slightly as she buried herself into the bedding. She was extremely tired but wanted to wait for Waylon Lewis.

Gradually the noise in the bathroom stopped and Waylon Lewis walked out wearing a black bathrobe, casually drying his hair with a towel. Seeing the small bundle on the bed moving, he felt a sense of helplessness in his heart.

Wiping his hair carelessly, he threw the towel aside and climbed into the bed.

The next moment, the woman skillfully burrowed into his embrace, her slender arms wrapping around his waist.

Waylon Lewis’s heart instantly softened, "Aren’t you tired?"

"Tired."

"Then why don’t you sleep?"

"I wanted to wait for you." Sniffing the fresh scent on him, Hope Williams slightly curved her lips.

Waylon Lewis’s sexy Adam’s apple moved up and down, he spoke in a deep voice, "Don’t mess with me."

"I’m not messing with you, I just want to sleep holding you."

Hope Williams held Waylon Lewis tight, "Can you stop being mad, please?"

Waylon Lewis did not say anything but hugged her tighter.

Hope Williams perked her ears up for his response, only hearing him sigh.

"I’ll let it slide for now."

"What?" Hope Williams lifted her head to look at him.

"If you do it again, I’ll add this time’s punishment and deal with you harshly."

Hope Williams knew he was making a compromise, smiling as she snuggled into Waylon Lewis’s embrace.

Waylon Lewis looked helplessly at the woman in his arms, "Enough, time to sleep. If you keep wiggling, I’m going to sleep in the bathroom tonight."

Hope Williams hugged him cheerfully, lifted her chin, and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then promptly lowered her head, shrinking into his embrace and closing her eyes.

Only when Waylon Lewis was no longer angry, could Hope Williams finally sleep peacefully.

Waylon Lewis’s lips curled up slightly, looking at the warm bundle in his arms, and planted a kiss between her brows.

He had actually compromised long ago, he really had no way to deal with this woman.

He couldn’t bear to hit her, to scold her, nor to restrain her.

What else could he do but cherish her?

The next morning.

Hope Williams got up earlier than usual because she had set the alarm for 7:30 a.m.

Waylon Lewis typically got up at 7 a.m., and sure enough, when Hope Williams went to freshen up, Waylon Lewis was already dressed in a sharp suit, looking perfectly handsome.

Hope Williams leaned against Waylon Lewis’s side, and he naturally put his arm around her.

Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis cheerfully, "Waylon Lewis, you look so handsome today."

Waylon Lewis glanced at her, taking all of her little intentions into his eyes.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Hope Williams bit her lip, "Well... Can I go to work today?"

Waylon Lewis frowned slightly.

Seeing his expression, Hope Williams couldn’t help but feel nervous.

"I’ll just be seeing patients, I promise not to do any surgeries. I’ve messaged and applied for it with Director Woods."

Because of Hope Williams’s special circumstances, she was originally on leave but, if she wanted to see patients at the hospital, Director Woods would naturally be more than happy.

Hope Williams moved closer to Waylon Lewis, stretched out two fingers, and gingerly tugged at his sleeve, "Pretty please?"

Waylon Lewis, "Okay."

"..."?

That easy?

"Really?"

"Could also be not."

"No, no, definitely real!" Hope Williams hugged Waylon Lewis, giving him a big kiss, "Hubby, you’re the best, I really love you so much."

Hubby when she wants something, Waylon Lewis when she doesn’t, he really had no way with her.

Waylon Lewis hooked up the corner of his lips.

After breakfast, Hope Williams went to work in high spirits.

But in reality, Waylon Lewis would show her with his actions, that she was happy a bit too soon.

At the door.

A Rolls Royce was parked by the door, with Thomas Hughes and four other bodyguards standing by.

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