She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 325

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 325

bed, selecting photos with Luke and Willow.

“Wow this one looks good…”
“This one of Luke and Willow is so cute, I really want to cut it out just for the two of you.”
“Doesn’t Daddy look especially handsome in this one?”
Hope Williams was clearly more than satisfied with these pictures, her fingers lightly
tapped on the tablet, zooming in on Waylon Lewis’s perfect face, and she couldn’t help
but sigh t hat his sharp features were flawless, perfect from every angle.
Hope was really into it, staring at Waylon’s handsome face, her lips involuntarily curving
into a smile.
“Does it look good?”
“It does look good!”
Who is speaking?
Hope looked up to see Waylon Lewis leaning against the doorway watching her, not
knowing when he had been standing there.
“You? When did you get there?” Hope hurriedly put away the tablet, feeling
embarrassed.
“When you asked them if I was especially handsome,” Waylon’s lips curved s lightly.
Caught red - handed in her crush!
“Do you like it?” Waylon took a few steps closer to Hope.
“What… what?”
“Looking at me.”
Putting it together… do you really like looking at me?
Hope paused, Waylon’s approach carried a dangerous air, his eyes teasin gly
provocative.
Hope bent over to dodge back, but a large hand on her lower back thwarted her escape.
“Hmm?”
Hope’s body stiffened, but smilingly she responded, “Of course, President Lewis, your
face is impeccably handsome, I definitely like it, a lot.”

“ You prefer staring at the photo?”
“Uh… I like the real thing too, equally handsome.” Hope thought her response was
perfect, and Waylon chuckled softly.
“Shall we go downstairs to eat?”
“Sure, let’s eat, Luke, Willow, let’s go downstairs, I’m starving.” Say ing this, Hope
quickly wriggled out from Waylon’s embrace, feeling his gaze was a bit too intense,
carrying a strong offense.
“Time to eat.” Luke and Willow put on their shoes and ran out of the room. Just as Hope
was about to follow, her steps had just li fted when she was abruptly pulled back, her
back pressed against the wall the next second.
Hope let out a soft cry, the man’s dominant presence overwhelming her, she looked up
slightly at the man, her heart pounding.
Tilting her head, she offered Waylon th e perfect angle to kiss her, his lips curved, and
the kiss landed seamlessly.
Hope’s eyelashes fluttered, his kiss was not as forceful or dominating as before, but
more tender and cautious, gently kissing her, the tingling sensation electrifyingly swept
th rough her body, making Hope shiver.
Waylon dared not touch Hope too much, the kiss brief but intense.
Waylon lightly touched her nose tip and chuckled, “Next time you like it, remember to
stare at the real thing.”
Hope’s cheeks flushed with a shy crimson.
“Let’s go eat,” Waylon released Hope.
Released, Hope’s eyes quickly captured the restrained and lingering desire in Waylon’s
eyes.
Clearly wanting her so eagerly, yet holding back due to concern for her and the children,
realizing this made Hope’s lips cur l into a beautiful smile.
Waylon pulled her hand and headed out, as Hope saw Waylon take two deep breaths,
seemingly forcing himself to calm down.
Downstairs, the table was set with four dishes and a soup. Luke and Willow sat waiting
at their spots for Hop e and Waylon, and seeing them finally coming down, they couldn’t
help but ask, “Daddy, Mommy, what were you doing? Why did it take so long?”

“Uh…” Hope certainly couldn’t tell the two little ones that they just did something they
shouldn’t see!
“Kids shoul d ask less.” Waylon spoke indifferently.
“Can’t kids know?”
“No.”
“Alright then~”
“Let’s eat.”
Waylon placed some food into Hope’s bowl, “Try today’s dishes and see if they suit your
palate.”
Hope picked up her chopsticks and started putting food into her mouth.
Waylon watched Hope with a barely noticeable tension in his eyes.
Hope took a bite and slightly frowned…
“Waylon…”
“Yes? What’s wrong?” Waylon tightened his grip on the chopsticks.
“We didn’t offend the chef, did we?”
Hope looked at the pork rib ste w with radish in front of her and pursed her lips.
Waylon looked at Hope, his back stiffening, “Is it not tasty?”
Hope twitched her lips and started, “This pork rib stew with radish, the radish is cut too
big and is undercooked…”
“Why is there no egg in th e scrambled tomato and egg, and yet it tastes sweet?” Luke.
“The meat is all dried up and tasteless, what’s going on?” Willow.
“The main thing is why would you fry such a big piece of green vegetable whole? Did
the chef become too lazy to use the knife tod ay? And why put so much oil?” Hope said,
somewhat helpless, the poor vegetable seemed to have been soaked in oil.
After saying that, Hope looked at Waylon about to say something else but then noticed
Waylon’s expression becoming more and more peculiar.

Hop e blinked, looked at the dishes in front of her and at Waylon’s expression, a
shocking thought suddenly popped into her mind.
“This…You didn’t make this, did you?”
Waylon pursed his lips, looked slightly mortified but admitted, “Yes.”
“Cough, cough, cough… ” Hope was startled, almost choking on her own saliva, “This…”
“It’s not tasty, I’ll make it again.” Waylon stood up with a look of disappointed dejection,
saying that as he went to discard the food, his heartbroken appearance truly made
Hope feel sorry fo r him.
Hope reached out to hold Waylon’s hand, “Well, there’s no need to throw it away; it isn’t
exactly inedible… haha, like this vegetable, although whole, it’s cooked, just too much
oil, if you mix it with rice, it doesn’t affect the taste much. Even th e scrambled tomato
without egg, it tastes like egg, so you can count it as having egg… and the pork rib stew
with radish, at least the ribs are edible.”
President Lewis had put in the effort to cook for the whole family, Hope couldn’t bear to
hurt his conf idence.
Hope signaled to Luke and Willow with her eyes, and the clever kids immediately
responded, “Right, Daddy, the braised fish you made is quite successful.”
Waylon’s eyes brightened, “Where is it successful?”
“It looks like a fish!” Willow praised sin cerely.
Waylon, “…”
He really wanted to thank them for trying so hard to “praise” him.
Although he knew those words were filled with comforting intentions, Waylon’s mood
visibly improved.
Hope saw that Waylon was feeling better and breathed a sigh of relie f, grateful for her
quick thinking that saved President Lewis’ cooking confidence.
Hope moved her chopsticks, and just then someone walked in briskly without hesitation,
pulled up a chair, and sat down.
Wyatt caught his breath, “I’m exhausted, brother, sis ter - in - law, shall we eat?”
Wyatt rubbed his hands together with no intention of being polite, picked up his bowl
and chopsticks, and started eating.

Hope’s expression tensed, barely having time to stop him.
“Cough… spit, what is this crappy thing? Who made it?”