She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 228

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 228

Did they hear that right?
The meeting, which was expected to last until ten, had come to an abrupt end because
of a woma n’s arrival, as the president announced dismissal.
And the office temperature felt as if winter had turned to spring, with a warm breeze
gently blowing.

It was then they remembered this woman was the same one who had fiercely put Miss
Fuller in her place a t the company that day.
She was their president’s wife, she was… his majesty!
Was it still possible to curry favor now?
Waylon Lewis took Hope Williams back to his office, placed the meal box on the coffee
table, and pulled her down to sit.
“Are you angry? ”
Hope Williams pursed her lips, “Does it look like I’m not angry?”
Waylon leaned in close to Hope, bringing his face near, “Hit me to let off some steam.”
Taking a deep breath and looking at him, Hope noticed the clear demarcation of red
blood vessels in his black and white eyes.
Hope’s heart softened instantly. She lowered her head to open the meal box, arranged
the dishes, and then handed the food to Waylon.
Waylon paused for a moment, then realized she prepared two servings of food,
obviously she hadn’t eaten either.
Puffing up with indignation, Hope picked up her own food, started eating zealously, and
said, “If you miss your meals again, I’m going to bring food to your company every day
and eat with you. Whenever you eat, I eat; if you don’t, I won’t e at either. I’ll suffer with
you.”
Looking at him, Hope said, “Don’t doubt it, I’m threatening you.”
She stated this as if it was only right.
Waylon was dumbstruck, staring at the small woman’s face, which was angry because
of him and yet tender due to conc ern for him.
He suddenly felt like he was the worst.
Before, when he was alone, skipping meals and dealing with it casually seemed fine,
yet now that he had her, he felt like not eating was a grave sin.
Waylon pulled her into his arms and tenderly kissed h er forehead.
“I won’t do it again, I promise.”

Hope stuffed a piece of rib into his mouth, “Alright, eat up, otherwise you really might
ascend to immortality, and what would I do then?”
Hope’s huffy words made Waylon laugh.
He picked up his own meal and at e with her.
After they finished eating, Hope started cleaning up the dishes, satisfied, and Waylon
reached over, deftly tidying up.
Hope didn’t argue. Once he had finished cleaning up, Hope stood up, “Alright, I should
head back.”
Waylon wrapped his hand a round her waist, pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her lips
lightly, “Stay with me for a bit; it won’t take long for me to finish.”
“Don’t you still have a meeting?”
“No, let’s leave it for tomorrow. It’s just some documents to deal with.”
Hope’s hand re sted on Waylon’s shoulder, genuinely feeling sorry for him; he was truly
so busy.
Hope didn’t want him to work so hard, but he was the leader of the entire Lewis Clan
Group, thousands of employees relied on him for their livelihood.
Outside, and with relat ives at home, not to mention who knows how many people were
watching him, eagerly waiting for him to slip up just to pull him down from his pedestal.
Considering all this, Hope felt an even stronger urge to shoulder some of the burden for
him.
Hope bent do wn and kissed Waylon’s lips, suddenly feeling a bit guilty; she had just
scolded him, and last night she made him sleep on the floor…
Seeing the look in her eyes, Waylon gently reciprocated her kiss with tender affection.
“What’s wrong?”
“Waylon, what do I do if my heart aches for you?” Hope’s lips pouted softly, her eyes full
of tenderness.
Waylon gently pulled her closer, affectionately nuzzling her cheek.
“Let’s not do this anymore, let’s go home.”

Hope hesitated for a moment, tugged lightly at her lips, and suddenly felt conflicted. She
didn’t want him to continue working, yet she knew that if he didn’t finish his work now, it
would just pile up and make tomorrow even busier.
After thinking it over, Hope said, “I’ll stay with you. Let’s finish it.” Helpl essly shaking her
head, Hope added, “If we don’t finish the work, you’ll still have to do it tomorrow. Plus,
there will be new tasks, and piling them up will only make you more tired tomorrow.”
She knew her man was the most sensible.
“Wait for half an hour , we’ll head home after half an hour.”
Hope obediently nodded, “Okay.”
Waylon tenderly rubbed the top of her hair, then went back to his desk.
The office quieted down.
Hope’s eyes sparkled as she watched the man working in tranquil concentration, his
head slightly bowed, and the bright light outlining his perfect, sculpted features, his
steady gaze sweeping over the documents.
A silent charm emanated from him uniquely.
Hope smiled.
No wonder so many women liked Waylon, this man’s allure was simply unbelieva ble.
Just as Hope was mesmerized, a phone ringtone broke the silence. Fearing she might
disturb Waylon, Hope quickly silenced it and then walked away to the floor - to - ceiling
window to answer the call.
The voice on the phone was urgent, “Doctor Williams, Do ctor Wood had an accident…”
…
With a “thud,” the phone dropped from her uncontrollably trembling hands.
That dreadful word echoed in Hope’s ears, reaching right into her heart, bringing about
a wave of disarray and sorrow.