She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 225

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 225

brain glitching, and she found herself momentarily at a loss for words.
“What are you b usy with?”
Hope fixed her gaze on Waylon Lewis, still somewhat dazed.

Although she often leaned on his firm chest, the directness of her gaze now was…
Hope’s cheeks turned a shade of pink.
“Mm?” Waylon Lewis curved his lips slightly, the amusement in his e yes growing
deeper.
With just one syllable, his low, rich, magnetic voice carried a fatal seduction.
Hope blinked, her eyes dodging twice, “You…”
“What about me?” Waylon Lewis looked down at her with an inquiry.
“Nothing… nothing…” Hope fidgeted with her f ingers, “I’m working on a medical paper.”
Waylon Lewis walked behind Hope, his inky black eyes shifting towards the computer
screen.
“About your grandfather?”
She turned her head slightly, looking up at him, and collided with the man’s deep gaze.
Hope’s ey es flickered, and she nodded, “Yes, Ellie Field isn’t willing to give up the chief
surgeon’s spot, so Director Woods proposed a fair competition, which is a good idea, so
naturally, I need to prepare well.”
“Your skills are more than enough to crush her.”
Hope smiled irrefutably, “But she insists on challenging me, so naturally, I won’t let her
off easily.”
Waylon Lewis chuckled, mussing Hope’s hair, “My wife is the best.”
“Are you almost done?”
Hope tapped on the keyboard, “Just a bit left, you go to sleep first.”
“I’ll stay with you.”
His warm breath sprayed down, and his cool lips kissed her cheek.
Hope shivered involuntarily, instinctively moving to the side.
Waylon Lewis lowered his gaze, looking at her like a startled rabbit, with a playful smirk
in hi s eyes, “Avoiding me?”

Hope’s pretty cheeks flushed with red; from the moment he entered the room, the
atmosphere was off, his breath mingling with hers, too attacking…
Hope didn’t know what was wrong, but her instincts told her that if the two of them
sta yed any longer, she’d be utterly devoured.
“Cough…” Hope, “Waylon, you go out first. I’ll really be done soon. Go to sleep.”
“Sending me away?”
“No.”
“Why the panic?” Waylon Lewis chuckled lowly, his long finger brushing over her lips.
Hope immediately rea cted, shaking her head earnestly, “I’m not panicking…”
“Then I’ll stay with you, I can’t sleep alone.”
I can’t sleep alone, I think you just can’t sleep without causing some trouble.
Hope murmured to herself inwardly, leisurely leaning back to create a saf e distance
from Waylon Lewis, “Waylon, I’m doing important work right now, stop messing around.”
His eyes grew hotter, his low, rich, magnetic voice tinged with danger, “I’ll wait for you to
finish your important work.”
Saying this, Waylon Lewis straighten ed up with a smile, pulled up a chair to sit down,
took a book, lifted his hand, and motioned for Hope to continue.
Hope blinked, momentarily not catching the implied meaning of his words.
Supporting herself to sit up straight, she saw the man who seemed t o have all his
attention on the book, so she brought her gaze back to her own business.
A medical paper was simple for Hope. Once immersed, she paid no further attention to
the man beside her, only that “eager” look made Hope shake her head helplessly,
smi ling faintly.
An hour later.
Hope checked the paper one last time, satisfied, she nodded and stretched, ready to
get up.
At that moment, a strong hand encircled her waist, and she fell onto his lap, her back
against his firm chest, his familiar scent envel oping her completely.

His warm breath on her skin made Hope tremble slightly.
“Have you finished your important work?”
Hope turned in his arms, her hands encircling his neck, leaning in with a light, enticing
smile, “Done, is it time for you to start your important work now?”
Holding the enchantress in his arms, Waylon Lewis’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze
becoming even hotter, his lips curving, “Smart…”
Hope leaned into Waylon, holding his head, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Is this your important w ork?” A mischievous glint shone in Hope’s starry eyes.
Waylon Lewis was taken aback, not fully recovering from that kiss, and thus missed the
sly, foxy smile in her eyes.
“My wife is always smart.” Waylon Lewis leaned towards Hope, who raised her hand to
s top his lips.
She tilted her chin, “Waylon Lewis, I’ve noticed you’re getting more and more brazen.”
“Mm?”
“Holding a book in your hands, eyes fixed on me, looking like you want to devour me —
do you think I didn’t notice?”
Waylon Lewis frankly admitted, “Yo u look after your matter, I look after my own ‘matter.’
Is there a problem?”
This reason actually stunned Hope Williams for a couple of seconds. Coming back to
her senses, she curled her fingers and pinched Waylon Lewis’s handsome face, “Is
there anything other than this in your head?”
“With a wife who’s like a captivating fairy in front of me, is it strange for me, a normal
man, to think about this?”
Heh heh!
Hope Williams didn’t know what to say, so she could only chuckle twice to express her
mood.
Sudden ly, Hope Williams rose and straddled Waylon Lewis’s legs, her smile so
enchanting she was the spitting image of a mischievous fairy.

Her lips pressed against Waylon Lewis’s, his lips curled up slightly, his arms pulling her
body in deepening the kiss, with his tongue playfully entwining with hers, the moment
filled with intense affection.
Suddenly, feeling weightless, she was lifted up, and Waylon Lewis carried her back to
the room, locking the door behind them due to the psychological shadow from the
multi ple interruptions they’d suffered previously.
Hope Williams was pinned to the bed, a smirk on her lips, “Since when have you
become concerned about the place?”
His deep gaze fixated on her, growing hotter, and through their clothes, Hope Williams
could fee l the warmth emanating from his body.
Waylon gasped lowly and leaned in once more, the desire in his eyes surging.
Hope Williams laughed, her hand pressing against his chest, a spark of mischief
flashing in her eyes.
“Waylon Lewis, I have a piece of good n ews and a piece of bad news for you. Which do
you want to hear first?”
At this moment, still good news and bad news?
But Waylon Lewis played along, “The bad news.”
“The bad news is, my period has started.”
His body tensed, his face darkened.
Waylon Lewis…
“Say that again!”
“I said I got my period!” Hope Williams repeated clearly, an impish smile still playing on
her lips.
Waylon Lewis clenched his molars.
“…And the good news?”
“The good news is we can go to bed early tonight.”
Waylon Lewis’s face turned com pletely black.

Seeing the mischievous smile in the eyes of the woman beneath him, in the end, he
realized he was played by this little woman.
No wonder she was so proactive tonight — it was because she knew he wouldn’t touch
her.
With his eyes lowered, Waylo n Lewis suddenly broke into an exasperated laugh.
Hope Williams wasn’t about to let Waylon Lewis off so easily. She leaned in close to
him and pressed, “Still want to?”
“…” Waylon Lewis sighed, adjusting Hope Williams on his lap and leaning back, “Would
I be willing?”
Knowing he was too indulgent to refuse her gave Hope a sense of pride.
A deeper smile crept onto her face as she pecked Waylon Lewis’s lips as consolation,
and then…she was off to sleep…but then…
“Hey…what are you doing?” Hope Williams had jus t gotten off Waylon Lewis when he
pulled her back.
Hope Williams was startled, noting the undiminished flame in Waylon Lewis’s eyes.
“You?”
“You’re going to help me out.” Waylon Lewis carried Hope Williams into the bathroom.
From the bathroom came Hope Wil liams’s voice, indignant and embarrassed, “Don’t
you have hands?”
…
When they came out, Hope Williams was fuming, flopping onto the bed. Her hands felt
numb, and she didn’t want to move an inch.
Waylon Lewis pulled the woman into his arms, his face showing lingering desire as he
kissed her lips.
“Good girl, next time you decide to tease me during ‘that time,’ we’ll continue.”
Hope Williams bit her lip, knowing that men are always more liberal with these matters.
She could never outplay Waylon Lewis; she’d o nly get herself burned.

Biting down hard, she thought he was really infuriating…prompting Hope Williams to flip
over in bed, bend her legs, and give him a shove with her foot against his waist.
Waylon Lewis, already hugging her at the edge of the bed, was sent tumbling to the
floor with that push.
Dazed, Waylon Lewis looked up at the woman rising up with determination, glaring at
him, still seated on the ground. He was at a loss.
Hope Williams leisurely straightened out the blanket, tossing Waylon Lewis’s p illow
down with it, “Tonight, you’re sleeping on the floor.”
After saying that, Hope Williams pulled up the covers with a feeling of triumph and went
to sleep.
When had Hope Williams ever allowed herself to lose?
President Lewis was left in disarray on the floor, his face hit by a pillow.
The following morning, Waylon Lewis woke up in a mood.