She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 397 - Accompanying My Wife to Work

Chapter 397: Chapter 397 - Accompanying My Wife to Work

Waylon Lewis was holding Hope Williams’ hand as they came out, and Hope Williams was stunned for a moment before looking at Waylon Lewis, "What’s this about?"

"Hello, Madam." Several bodyguards spoke in unison.

"Madam, my name is Nolan."

"Peak."

"Luca Stone."

Hope Williams’ eyelids twitched uncontrollably, "What do you mean?"

"From now on, these four will be responsible for your protection," Waylon Lewis said, his arm wrapped around her waist.

Thomas Hughes stood aside and pursed his lips slightly, thinking that these four were indeed the Imperial Guard from the big boss’s side, each possessing extraordinary skills, usually deployed only on dangerous and secretive missions, and otherwise kept out of the public eye.

He never expected that all four would be assigned to protect the Madam at once.

To the four men, protecting the Madam seemed like a petty task, a huge waste of talent.

"Just a woman, Boss is really too nervous about her."

Hope Williams frowned slightly, "This isn’t necessary, it’s too exaggerated."

Of course, Hope Williams could tell that these four were no ordinary bodyguards, and she could even sense a slight disdain in their eyes towards her.

They were four men with attitude.

"You need it, your safety is the most important," Waylon Lewis insisted, pulling the car door open for her, "Get in."

Hope Williams felt that Waylon Lewis had been acting weird lately, as if he was very anxious about her.

Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis suspiciously as she got into the car.

Nolan and the others also got into the following cars.

In the car, Thomas Hughes was reporting work to Waylon Lewis, while Hope Williams, unable to understand their conversation, busied herself with her phone.

Upon reaching the hospital, Thomas Hughes quickly got out to open the car door for Waylon Lewis, who then walked around to Hope Williams’ side and opened the door for her, taking her hand as she stepped out.

"I’m here now, you should head to work," said Hope Williams, trying to pull her hand from his, but he only gripped it tighter.

Waylon Lewis continued walking straight ahead with her.

Hope Williams became even more perplexed, "What are you doing?"

"Going to work."

Hope Williams looked again towards the hospital’s entrance door, questioning, "This is a hospital, aren’t you going to the company to work?"

"I am working; I’m accompanying you to work," Waylon Lewis said seriously.

Hope Williams became more confused, "Accompanying me to work?"

"Yes, I’m accompanying you," Waylon Lewis said, gently rubbing her head.

"Are you joking?"

Waylon Lewis, with his arm around her waist, firmly walked into the hospital.

Behind him followed Thomas Hughes and Nolan, while the other few quietly blended into the shadows.

As they moved forward, several people greeted Hope Williams, "Good morning, Director Williams."

"Good morning."

"Morning, Director Williams."

"Mhm, morning." Hope Williams politely responded, not missing the surprised looks they gave.

With Hope Williams walking into the office, Thomas Hughes found an empty desk and started placing documents on it.

Hope Williams leaned against the desk, her expression somewhat helpless, "Are you serious?"

"Do you think I’m playing around with you?"

Hope Williams shook her head, "Stop joking around, aren’t you busy?"

"Busy, but I can be busy anywhere," Waylon Lewis skillfully unbuttoned two buttons of his suit, pulled up a chair, and sat down, "You focus on your work, and I’ll focus on mine."

Hope Williams tugged at her lip. A nurse knocked and entered the office, her attention immediately captured by the imposing man.

Waylon Lewis’ cool gaze swept over her, making the nurse shudder and quickly apologize, "Sorry, wrong room."

Hope Williams, raising her eyebrows in surprise, straightened up to call the nurse back, but the nurse was already frightened away.

After about half a minute, perhaps realizing her reaction, the nurse gently knocked again and entered, her eyes timid.

Hope Williams waved her over, "Come in."

With Hope Williams’ permission, the female nurse cautiously walked in, handing over a document to her, "Director, this document requires your signature."

Hope Williams reached out to take it and said, "Okay."

The nurse glanced in Waylon Lewis’s direction, moved a bit closer to Hope, and lowered her voice, "Director, who are they?"

"No need to worry about them."

Hope Williams briefly skimmed through the document and neatly signed her name, "Done."

"Thank you, Director. I’ll leave now."

"Alright, go ahead."

Fortunately, Hope Williams’ office was neither too big nor too small, it wasn’t crowded even with Waylon Lewis and Thomas Hughes there.

Hope actually admired these two men; they seemed completely at ease working in her office.

Waylon Lewis spent the morning reviewing documents and even held a video conference.

However, her office saw a frequent stream of visitors that morning, someone came in every few minutes.

Hope Williams pursed her lips, looking towards Waylon Lewis with mixed feelings.

At this moment, only she and Waylon Lewis were in the office. Sunlight seeped through the window, silently casting perfect shadows across the man’s deep and flawless features, as his slender, fair fingers held an expensive pen, slightly bowed head flipping through the documents in front of him.

Hope Williams secretly watched him, unconsciously curling the corners of her lips.

"Are you done with everything?" Waylon’s brows and eyes remained unmoved, his pen still sweeping across the paper.

Caught spying, Hope Williams felt a bit flustered and looked away, lowering her head.

Waylon Lewis slightly curved his lips, continuing his work.

At that moment, the office door was loudly knocked, as if someone couldn’t wait to flip the door open.

Before Hope could say to come in, the door was forcefully pushed open.

"Hope Williams!" Christopher Lewis entered angrily. Upon seeing Waylon Lewis, his face noticeably froze for a moment, and his expression stiffened.

"Why are you here?"

Waylon frowned, "I’m accompanying my wife to work. Is there a problem?"

"Nonsense." Christopher scolded sharply, his brows and eyes fiercely twitching, then turned to look at Hope with eyes as if he saw a demoness.

If looks could kill, Hope Williams would have been killed hundreds of times.

But this time, Hope truly didn’t understand what she had done to provoke him that much.

Before Hope could speak, Christopher began berating her, "Hope Williams, can’t you show a bit of conscience? What has Vivia done to deserve this from you? You made her knock out her teeth."

Oh, so someone had complained, and he came to hold her accountable.

Hope’s eyes cooled, "She brought it upon herself."

"She’s already like this, can’t you show her some leniency? If it wasn’t for saving your children, would she have ended up like this?"

"Bang!"

Something heavily slammed onto the table. Waylon Lewis stood up; his tall figure completely shielding Hope.

His usually expressionless handsome face now filled with coldness.

"Is it meaningful to bring this up over and over again?" Waylon said coldly, "Does saving Luke and Willow mean that the Lewis Family owes her a life?"

"What did you say?" Christopher blew his beard and stared angrily at Waylon.

"Am I wrong? If she hadn’t provoked Hope, would she have ended up like this?"

"She’s now a fool..."

"So what if she’s a fool? Does being a fool give her special privileges? Deserving a beating is okay, but getting beaten is not? Ridiculous," Waylon’s voice was calm yet full of coldness.

"Utterly unreasonable." Christopher gritted his teeth, threw down those words, and slammed the door as he left.

Anger churned in Waylon’s eyes.

Hope’s delicate hand slipped into his larger one, "Don’t be angry, it’s not worth it."

Waylon suppressed his anger, grasping her hand tightly, "I’ll have someone send her away."

"It’s not that simple; she won’t willingly leave now, and your father will definitely try to stop it forcefully."

Hope Williams smiled wryly; she really didn’t understand why Christopher Lewis would trust Vivia Fuller so much.

Hope Williams looked towards the door, unconsciously muttering:

"Since it’s like this, let her keep up the act. Initially, even if it was insincere, I was thinking of not pursuing the past matters because she saved Luke and Willow, but now it seems impossible." A cunning look crossed Hope Williams’ face.

Waylon Lewis naturally reached out to arrange her hair that had fallen on her shoulders, "What do you want to do?"