She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 25 - That Dog That Bit Mommy is So Fierce

Chapter 25: Chapter 25 That Dog That Bit Mommy is So Fierce

After a long silence, the man’s thin lips parted slightly, his voice cold, “Who is ‘dear’?”

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Does she have another man?

Waylon Lewis’s heart inexplicably surged with nameless anger, he didn’t even know why, and it irritated him greatly.

Hope Williams thought for a moment before she finally realized she had mistaken him for her two treasures returning, wanting to call them “my dear babies”…

But!

“What’s it to you?”

Hope murmured nonchalantly, but Waylon Lewis’s originally cold expression seemed to freeze everything around him, an icy aura sweeping through.

“‘Dear?’ Your adulterer?” The man’s words seemed to be squeezed through his teeth, tinged with biting coldness.

Adulterer?

Hope was somewhat puzzled, what on earth was he talking about? What adulterer? Was his mind not right, to misunderstand that the ‘dear’ in her mouth was her adulterer?

Ha!

Hope sneered inwardly, questioning with the tone of catching an adulterer, what did he mean by that?

Besides, she was divorced from him, even if she really had another man, he would be a boyfriend or a husband, not the adulterer his words implied.

“Cat got your tongue?” The man was clearly unsatisfied with her silence, he pressed closer to Hope by a few inches, his cold voice coming again.

Hope subconsciously stepped back, speechless, and couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

She stood her ground, stubbornly tilting her little face up, glaring at Waylon Lewis, and articulately said, word for word, “None! Of! Your! Business!”

“And please, President Lewis, watch your language. I’m divorced from you; even if I have another man, he’s a boyfriend or a husband—not the ‘adulterer’ you’re talking about, understand?” Hope challenged with her eyebrows raised, her voice lilting at the end.

Waylon Lewis was so angry that he felt a headache coming on. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the towering rage in his heart.

This woman was truly maddening; her sharp tongue deserved a lesson.

“If President Lewis has no business here, then please leave my house, I… Hey…”

Suddenly, Waylon Lewis pinned her against the wall, his dominant presence sweeping over every cell in Hope’s body, her eyes widening in panic as she looked up at him.

The dim light outlined his exquisitely handsome features; he smirked wickedly, his dark gaze burning intensely upon her.

Hope pressed nervously against the wall, their eyes locked, at such a close distance that no detail could escape the other’s sight.

For some reason, an ambiguous tension suddenly rose between them.

“Let go of me!”

“You just need to be put in your place!”

“I… Mmm…”

After saying that, Waylon Lewis immediately lowered his head and sealed her chattering lips.

Hope couldn’t even cry out in surprise before he took her breath away. His kiss was fierce, as if he wanted to devour her, leaving her completely dazed, her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest.

Her small hands pressed against his solid chest, trying to push him away with all her might, but her hands were pinned above her head.

Hope was so angry her entire face turned red, she glared at him, “Waylon Lewis, you bastard, lecher, pervert, lunatic, let me go.”

Waylon Lewis responded with a smile rather than anger, propping a hand on the wall behind Hope, his lips curling into an intermittent smirk, his voice low and magnetic as he provocatively said, “Go on, curse at me again.”

Hope glared at him, her molars clenched… Silence!

“Not satisfied?”

Hope almost died of anger. She locked eyes with Waylon Lewis, and after a pause, she scoffed, “Satisfied.” I’m so satisfied I could die, Hope bitterly added in her mind.

…

Aria Richardson was driving the car with Luke and Willow just arriving at the apartment building when she saw a tall, towering figure emerging from the apartment.

Waylon Lewis?

!!

Aria Richardson’s body reacted more quickly than her mind; she snatched the two children and pulled them back into the car with one hand each.

After these two encounters with Waylon Lewis, she had developed a deep-seated fear of the man, trembling in her very soul whenever she saw him.

“Godmother, what are you doing?” Luke and Willow looked at Aria with puzzled faces, as if she were a thief.

“Shh.” Being a godmother was truly a heart-wrenching job for Aria.

It wasn’t until Waylon Lewis was completely out of sight that Aria hurriedly led the children upstairs.

“Hope, I just saw Waylon Lewis downstairs!” Aria fretted, hopping from foot to foot.

Waylon Lewis here, and with Hope Williams present, there could only be one reason—he was here for her.

“Mm.”

Hope’s expression was indifferent. No! There was something vicious about that ‘Mm,’ as if she were grinding her teeth, and her calm face was filled with eyes that seemed about to spit fire, wishing she could tear someone into pieces.

Aria shivered, her best friend’s cold and murderous gaze was just as frightening as Waylon’s.

“He? What is he doing here?”

Hope pressed her still-swollen lips tightly together, “Being a scumbag.”

“Mommy, why are your lips all red, did you secretly eat spicy peppers?” Luke asked, passing a glass of water to Hope.

“Pfft…” Aria, who had been drinking water, couldn’t help but spray it out, now noticing… Hope’s lips still bore the faint marks of teeth. Judging by the current situation, something indescribable must have happened between Waylon and her best friend here.

“Your Mommy, this isn’t from eating spicy peppers, this is clearly…”

“Bit by a dog,” Hope said, taking a deep breath, dead serious.

“What kind of dog would bite Mommy’s lips? Does it hurt, Mommy? And there are even tooth marks, that dog must be really fierce.” Willow bit her fingertip, her chubby little face full of confusion as she looked at Hope.

“…”

Hope’s face flushed with embarrassment, “Willow, baby please stop asking, okay?” Give Mommy a bit of privacy, alright?

“Okay,” Willow nodded obediently, hugging her toy princess, but then something struck her little mind and she climbed onto Hope’s knees, wrapping her arms around Hope’s neck. “Then does Mommy need Willow to blow on it? Being bitten by a dog must hurt a lot.”

Luke brought over the first-aid kit, mumbling, “Willow, blowing on it won’t help if Mommy was bitten by a dog. It needs disinfecting, cleaning the wound, and then Mommy needs to go to the hospital for a rabies shot.”

“Hahaha…” Aria slapped her thigh, not able to contain her laughter.

Hope fell back onto the couch behind her, completely collapsing inside.

…

In the following days, besides working, Hope was devising a new treatment plan for Grandpa Lewis’s illness. The medication she left behind at the Lewis Residence should nearly be finished by now, she wondered how Grandpa Lewis was doing at the moment.

Right now, without knowing Grandpa Lewis’s current condition, she couldn’t determine the dosage of the medicine. She would have to visit the Lewis family and examine Grandpa Lewis firsthand to find out.

The most troubling thing for Hope was that she couldn’t simply enter the old Lewis house—the Lewis family were very opposed to her being near Grandpa Lewis.

Hope bit her fingertip, deep in thought.

“Hope?” Aria saw Hope’s anxious face and came over with a plate of fruit, “What are you thinking about?”

Hope sighed and revealed the situation to Aria, who knew all about her past and couldn’t help but worry about her after hearing everything.

“So, you need to go to the old Lewis house?”

“Mm.” Hope nodded her head.

She had to go.

And Grandpa Lewis’s illness required long-term treatment and regular check-ups.

Aria knew her best friend was soft-hearted and valued relationships; once she set her mind on something, not even ten bulls could pull her back, but Aria didn’t know what to say to dissuade her.

Still, she worried. Five years ago, Hope had left without saying goodbye in order to protect her children; the Lewis family would surely not be easy to talk to—her departure must have deeply offended Waylon’s parents.

With Elder Lewis bedridden for a long time, going back to the Lewis Residence was like walking into the lion’s den—who would protect her then?

Moreover, the more she interacted with the Lewis family, the more likely it was for Luke and Willow’s existence to be exposed, which would be ever more dangerous.

Aria furrowed her brows, hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Hope, are you sure about this?”