She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 317

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 317

Most Important Priority After the Lewis Family finished dinner, Waylon Lewis took Hope
Williams and the kids Willow and Luke home.

Waylon’s phone kept ringing in the car, but in fact, it had been ringing througho ut
dinner. He had simply put it on silent because he was accompanying Hope back to her
family’s home for the meal.
Waylon took out his phone and glanced at it indifferently. Hope, very astutely, silently
picked up the Bluetooth headset and connected it for him.
Waylon gave Hope a look, the corners of his mouth lifting in a trace of a smile, as he
took the headset she offered him and drove the car smoothly with one hand on the
wheel.
While Waylon was busy with work, Hope and the kids in the back, Willow and Luke,
cooperatively quieted down.
Waylon’s deep and magnetic voice filled the car. He took several calls in different
languages, some of which Hope could understand. It seemed he was arranging work,
probably dealing with a backlog from the past few days.
S oon the car entered the villa’s garage, and Waylon finished his calls. He got out,
walked over to the passenger door, opened it, and helped Hope out of the car.
Hope looked at him, “Were you just arranging work?”
“Yeah, I’ll spend tomorrow, the weekend, wi th you.”
Hope was slightly surprised.
Waylon then went around, opened the rear car door, and the two kids got out, their eyes
bright and cheery as they looked at Waylon, “Daddy, are you not working tomorrow?
Can you take us out to play?”
“No time.”
“Liar.” Willow and Luke wouldn’t be fooled so easily; he had clearly said he was going to
spend the weekend with Mommy.
“You just said you’d take the day off to accompany Mommy, so how can you have no
time?”
“To accompany my wife.”
Willow and Luke slumped their s houlders, looking at their double - standard father. So
there was time to accompany Mommy, but not them.
“Aren’t you busy with so many things, not going to the office?”

“I just arranged it. Don’t you want to go take our wedding photos? I’ll accompany you
tom orrow,” Waylon said as he ruffled Hope’s hair. “Sorry, I promised to do that today.”
Hope’s expression shifted slightly, “It’s okay, I know you’re busy. We can take the
wedding photos any time.”
Hope was very understanding about her priorities; if he was b usy, she would certainly
not insist on him accompanying her.
“Not okay, if I can’t fulfill a promise on the same day, I certainly can’t postpone it any
further.” Waylon looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with indulgence, “I will arrange my
work, and th e time I spend with you can’t be lessened.”
Hope smiled lightly, pursing her lips, “So I’m more important than work?”
Waylon replied softly, “Much more important. You’re always my number one priority.”
The happiness in Hope’s heart was unabashedly reflecte d on her face at being
someone’s top priority.
Willow and Luke were already used to Daddy always favoring Mommy, and watched the
scene unfold without any surprise.
Not working the next day meant that Waylon was still working late at night in his study.
Aft er taking a bath, Hope put Willow and Luke to sleep, then went to Waylon’s study.
“Are you not going to sleep?” Waylon looked up as Hope came in.
“I’m here to keep you company for a bit. I’ll go to sleep in a while; you go on with your
work,” Hope said as she sat down on the couch, “Don’t look at me; focus on your
documents and computer.”
Waylon gave a gentle smile, “Okay.”
Waylon turned his attention back to the computer in front of him, while Hope, out of
boredom, picked up a book and quietly read on the sofa.
The study was very quiet, so quiet that the only sounds were the tapping of Waylon’s
fingers on the keyboard and Hope flipping the pages of her book.
But soon, Hope began to feel sleepy. The commotion with the Fuller sisters at noon had
interfered wi th her nap, and now reading was making her drowsy.
When Waylon finished his work and looked up, he saw Hope curled up on the sofa,
elbow propped on the armrest, hand supporting her head, and the other still holding the

book, with her slightly tousled hair lazily scattered over her shoulders and her eyes
closed in serene and gentle slumber.
The light softly shone on her, radiating a pure halo.
Waylon walked over quietly, muffling the sound of his steps, and gently bent over to pick
her up.