She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 277

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 277

Williams accompanied Waylon Lewis. As she looked at the exquisite food on the table,
Hope picked up her chopsticks.
Waylon’s company had some issues, and he was continuously on his phone, fluently
conversing in different languages with the other party. H ope, who didn’t understand,
decided to sit down and eat while waiting for him.

He really was busy; it seemed he had accumulated quite a bit of work during the days
he was injured; the coffee table was piled with documents Thomas had brought over.
After fin ishing his call, Waylon sat next to Hope and picked up his chopsticks to serve
her some shrimp.
Hope didn’t even look and unhesitatingly snatched it with her chopsticks and put it into
her mouth.
Seeing her eat in haste, Waylon’s eyebrows quirked slightly, “Are you in a hurry?”
Hope glanced at him, “Mm, I’ve had plenty to deal with these past few days. I won’t
keep you company later on. You should also look at fewer documents; you still need to
rest properly now.”
“Mm, I’ll listen to you.”
As soon as Hope f inished speaking, a nurse knocked on the door and came in. She
looked around the room and then directly locked her gaze onto Waylon.
As if led by an invisible string, she moved straight toward Waylon without a glance
elsewhere, her eyes brimming with allur e as she unabashedly stared at him, her voice
gentle and shy, “President Lewis, it’s time to change your dressings.”
Waylon, focused on serving Hope food, responded faintly, “Mm.”
The young nurse continued to look at Waylon, with eyes full of bashfulness a nd
adoration.
Hope’s graceful eyebrows lifted as she looked up, genuinely curious. She, a living,
breathing person, was sitting right there, and yet, how could this young girl so blatantly
ignore her and keep making flirtatious eyes at her husband?
Are the young girls these days really this forward!
Hope blinked her eyes; she knew this nurse was rather attractive, having encountered
her often in the hospital, a familiar face to her.
Not only attractive but also well proportioned.
The nurse kept making googl y eyes at Waylon, and her stare couldn’t be any more
overt.
Even without looking up, Waylon, with his brow slightly furrowed, was clearly
displeased.

Hope took a meatball and put it in her mouth, then raised her head to sweep a glance at
the nurse.
Putting down her chopsticks, Hope propped her chin on her hand and looked at her, “If I
remember correctly, you weren’t the nurse who came for the last dressing change.”
Feeling Hope’s clear eyes on her, the nurse looked slightly flustered for a moment, then
quic kly said, “That’s right, she had something to do, and I’m filling in for her, so they
sent me in her place.”
She’d fought hard to seize this opportunity.
She had heard that President Lewis was a man with a heavenly appearance, peerlessly
handsome, and supr emely dignified.
Looking at this favored son of heaven up close, she was so nervous that her face turned
red, and she couldn’t help but blush.
He really was very good - looking.
“President Lewis, I’ll help you with your dressing. You need to take off your cl othes,” she
said with a delicate voice.
Take off clothes!
Hope’s eyebrows lightly picked up.
That was quite direct.
Hope pursed her lips, “Thank you for your trouble, but you can just leave the medicine
here; I’ll help him with it. You can attend to other duties.”
Hearing Hope say this, the nurse made no move to leave, “Director Williams, it’s no
trouble; it’s my job…”
“It’s fine; I’ll take care of it for him. He doesn’t like anyone but me touching him, right?”
Hope turned toward Waylon, her smiling eyes co ntaining a warning.
Watching the little woman’s jealousy, Waylon’s lips curled up, “Mm.”
Hope stood up and personally took the medicine from the nurse’s hand, “You can go
now.”
The nurse bit her lower lip, visibly unwilling to leave, saddened that her hard - won
opportunity was so easily lost.

If only she could have stayed a little longer.
Seeing the nurse still not leaving, her eyes still fixated on Waylon with adoration,
Hope’s lips formed a thin line, feeling displeased inside, and the thought ‘attracting bees
and butterflies’ popped into her head.
“Are you not leaving?” Hope’s voice grew colder.
The nurse clenched her lips, her eyes filled with reluctance, but ultimately she had to
leave, resentfully.
“Hmph,” Hope hummed with a hint of petulance.
Waylon wa s quite enjoying her jealous posture, his eyes twinkling with mirth. He asked
knowingly, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? It’s your face, Waylon Lewis, it attracts too much attention.”
These people flocked around Waylon one after another, each more blunt tha n the last,
gazing at his face in obvious fascination.
And then there were the women she’d encountered in the lobby of his company building
before.
Hope massaged her forehead.
“Jealous?” Waylon chuckled lightly, raising his hand to grasp her small one.
“No t at all,” Hope pulled away from his hand, standing up to grab the cotton swab,
avoiding his gaze.
“Lying.” Waylon’s lips curved into a silent smile.
Hope ignored him, “Take off your clothes, we need to change the dressing.”
Waylon spread his hands slightl y, lifting them.
Hope squinted her eyes, “What do you mean?”
“Help me.”
“You don’t have hands?”
“I do, but I just like it when you are the only one touching me.”
Hope’s eyelids fluttered, her beautiful eyes locking onto him.

This man was actually using her own words against her.
Considering his injuries, Hope still relented, approaching Waylon a few steps closer and
moving to undo his shirt.
Waylon slightly lifted the corners of his lips, allowing her to undo his buttons.
He had many injuries on his body, b ut they were all superficial, mainly scratches from
the windshield, with the most serious one being a wound over his chest.
Hope hadn’t seen it with her own eyes before, but now, seeing it firsthand, her eyes
began to well up with tears.
Her trembling fing ers gently touched it, “It must hurt a lot, doesn’t it, Waylon?”
“It hurts, but not when you are here.”
Hope tugged at her lips, her previous moodiness vanishing, replaced with deep concern
as she took the cotton swab, tenderly applying medicine to his wou nds.
“Next time you drive, you need to be extra careful, do you hear me? If you get yourself
full of these injuries again, I won’t let you off the hook,” Hope’s teary eyes looked at
Waylon, her voice not gentle but choked with emotion.
Waylon reached out t o stroke her falling hair, to wipe away her falling tears, and leaned
in to kiss her lips softly and tenderly.
“I’ll remember.”
Hope gently pushed him away a bit, “Don’t kiss me now; I’m applying medicine.”
“Do we kiss after the medicine is applied?”
Hope, unable to help laughing through her tears at his words, replied, “No.”
“Don’t try to shrug it off; my reading comprehension is perfect, and what you just said
implies exactly that,” he said with an amused tone, watching her calmly.