She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 408: Living Like Fighting Monsters

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Living Like Fighting Monsters

Hope Williams pursed her lips, at a loss for how to respond.

To be honest, when Willow asked why she wanted to drive Grace Gray away, Hope did feel a bit sour, almost like she was the villain.

She didn’t expect Luke and Willow to like Grace Gray this much.

"Hmm?" Seeing her sullen expression, Waylon Lewis tenderly kissed her cheek.

Hope Williams blinked, her eyes starting to feel dry, desperately squeezing out tears, and turned her head to look at Waylon Lewis.

Waylon was startled for a moment, then the next second he panicked, flustered and at a loss.

"What’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

"..."

"Baby?"

"..."

"Hope?"

"..."

"What’s wrong? Did what just happened upset you?"

Hope buried her head in his chest and rubbed against him, lifting her head with the tears in her eyes vanished.

"Was that episode just now particularly easy to trigger men’s protective instincts?"

Hope noticed that women always seem to hang onto their tears, effortlessly deceiving everyone and invoking their sympathy.

Waylon Lewis pulled her onto his lap, gently kissed her eyebrows and eyes, "Others crying is useless to me, but if you cry, it hurts my heart."

Hope’s slender arms wrapped around his neck, leaning on his shoulder, she sighed softly.

"So, it’s the matter with Grace Gray that upset you?"

"A little, especially since she fell into your arms."

"Jealous?"

Hope pursed her lips, noncommittally, "A bit."

"Sorry, it happened so suddenly, I couldn’t avoid it." Waylon Lewis looked at her sad eyes, and kissed her lips appeasingly.

"I’m just jealous, but I don’t blame you, you don’t have to be so cautious, I’m still reasonable."

Waylon Lewis smiled, "Yes, my wife is the most reasonable."

Hope pursed her lips, smiled gently, her gaze resting on his face, admiring it, then she suddenly changed the subject, "Waylon Lewis, I think you are incredible."

"Hmm?"

"Tell me, how much trouble has just this face of yours caused me, your entourage of women, each more difficult than the last, being Mrs. Waylon Lewis every day is like fighting monsters."

Waylon paused for a moment, "Then I’ll wear a mask when I go out in the future."

"It’s useless, you are also rich, even if you’re not handsome, you’re still very desirable."

Waylon chuckled lightly, "Then what shall we do? The company isn’t showing signs of bankruptcy just yet."

Hope was almost amused by Waylon, "What to do, too many little demons around, what if one of them snatches you away?"

"Don’t worry, no little demon compares to you, and besides, I only have feelings for you."

Waylon’s hands gently combed through her hair, his eyes shimmering with an ambiguous light.

Hope cleared her throat, awkwardly turned away, she could never win over Waylon Lewis in this topic.

Knowing Hope is usually shy, Waylon let out a low chuckle and changed the subject, "The old man called, he wants us to come to the family house for dinner tomorrow."

"Sure, I haven’t seen grandfather for a while, let’s go early tomorrow."

"Okay." His fingers caressed her fair cheek, his eyes full of affection, "Stop overthinking, let’s sleep."

Hope nodded, "Yeah."

The next day, after work Hope took Luke and Willow to the Lewis family’s old house, Waylon Lewis was delayed at his company.

Christopher Lewis was also discharged from the hospital today, and Wyatt Lewis unusually didn’t run around, quietly sitting on the sofa playing games.

Today, the old house was lively, but on the couch, Hope saw yet another figure, Grace Gray.

Grace Gray sat next to Alitzel Williams with a look of grievance, whispering something to Alitzel who gently patted her back to comfort her.

Upon seeing Hope, Grace’s face paled a few shades.

Hope didn’t look at her, but Luke and Willow were quite happy to see her.

"Sister-in-law, you’re here," Wyatt Lewis, still playing his game, glanced up to call out to Hope.

"Yeah."

"Little Hope, come here a moment," Alitzel Williams looked at her with a worried expression.

Hope’s eyebrows subtly raised, she walked over.

Wyatt raised his eyes, noticing the strange atmosphere, and pulled Luke and Willow to his side.

It was rare for their family to gather for a meal, and this woman, also inexplicably here, began to sob as soon as she saw his mother, acting as if she had been gravely wronged.

Now she had been complaining and crying for half an hour.

He could still sit here; he really deserved an award for best restraint.