She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 51

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 51

“What’s wrong?”
Upon hearing this, Benjamin Myers’ expression stiffened, and a moment of tension
flashed through his usually composed eyes.
Hope Williams pursed her lips, lowered her gaze to arrange the me dical records in her
hands, and sighed.
“Haven’t you felt the rage value of thousands of girls going off the charts, just shy of
coming over and stabbing me for venting?”
Hope Williams joked, making a throat - slitting gesture, to which Benjamin Myers could
only smile helplessly, “Don’t overthink it, I would protect you even then.”
“…” Hope Williams blinked, not knowing how to respond.
“Doctor Myers, there will be a postoperative consultation later, the chief asked you to
come over and give some advice.”
“Alr ight, I’ll be right there,” Benjamin nodded.
“Go ahead, don’t keep the patients waiting.”
“Make sure you apply the medication,” Benjamin Myers reminded.
Hope Williams put the medicinal alcohol into her own pocket, relieved, and was about to
correct a few issues she spotted on the medical record, when she heard several
uncontrollable exclamations in the hospital.
“Ah, ah, ah…so…so handsome…”

“My gosh, you g uys, look at that man coming over here, my goodness, he’s too
handsome.”
“This must be a celestial being, I just thought Doctor Myers was handsome enough to
slap me in the face, but this man is simply heart - shakingly handsome.”
“It’s not just about being h andsome; it’s this aura, this aura. He didn’t even look at me,
but why do I feel my legs going weak under this intense pressure?”
“Ah, ah, ah, this is totally cheating; I’m going to faint from his handsomeness.
Handsome guy, come give me mouth - to - mouth res uscitation.”
“Help! Help! He must be a god descended from heaven, he’s too handsome.”
Hearing these exclamations, Hope Williams chuckled softly, shaking her head, — a god
descended from heaven, that’s quite an exaggeration.
Just as she wanted to see what thi s so - called godlike man looked like, she looked up
and saw Waylon Lewis’ face, meeting his unfathomably deep eyes.
!!!
A god?
Maybe check your vision at the optometrist.
This is clearly a soul harvester!
Hope Williams’ hand, holding the pen, paused there, and for a moment, all other sounds
receded from her ears, leaving only silence and the man approaching her.
The man wore a pure black, bespoke suit; the light cast upon him highlighted his robust
and erect figure, his fine brows, high nose bridge, and nobl e, slightly pursed lips, like the
depths of a deep pool in his eyes.
That cold, unapproachable demeanor carried such an intimidating pressure, making him
unapproachable, yet that overly dazzling handsome face made it impossible to look
away.
Hope Williams regained her composure, and she couldn’t deny that Waylon Lewis was
devilishly handsome, with an inherent noble aura that emitted a soul - stirring pressure,
enough to make any woman rush towards him, and relish in his presence.
That was how Hope Williams ha d felt back then.

Hope Williams slightly tugged at the cool corner of her lips, closed the medical record in
her hands, and turned to leave.
Why Waylon Lewis appeared in the hospital was clear to her — Joy Ward was
hospitalized, and naturally, he would perso nally take care of his beloved. Yet, this
moment should have been his busiest time at the company. When she had been sick
before, calling him always found him busy, only sending Thomas Hughes to check on
her and offer some consolation. But now… Ha! It sure was different for his darling.
Hope Williams let out a breath, feeling something oppressive over her heart that
suddenly made it hard to breathe.
Enough already, just thinking about these things still hit a sore spot for Hope Williams.
Hope Williams inwar dly scolded her own helplessness.
She was about to head back to her office when suddenly two black - suited bodyguards
wearing Lewis Family uniforms appeared in front of her.
Hope Williams’ body stiffened sharply.
“Miss Williams, the Boss requests your prese nce.”
Hope Williams held her breath, not planning to pay any attention, but the bodyguards
showed no intention of letting her go.
“Please,” the bodyguard lifted his hand expressionlessly.
Hope Williams pulled the corner of her mouth in disbelief; the people of the Lewis
Family, like Waylon Lewis, were always cold and commanding, their stance and this
polite “please” were hardly related.
Hope Williams tugged at the corner of her mouth and tu rned around.
They weren’t far apart, just a few meters, and could clearly see each other’s
expressions. Hope Williams’ hand involuntarily tightened in her pocket. His cold,
scrutinizing gaze seemed to pierce through her, as if he intended to see straight t hrough
to her soul.
She took a deep breath, stepped up to the man a head taller than her, her beautiful face
bearing an impeccable smile, and asked in an easy tone, “President Lewis, what a
coincidence, are you here to see Joy? How is her sickness…”
“It’s not a coincidence, I’m here for you!”
“For me? What for?” Hope Williams’ eyebrows arched.

The deep voice sounded again.
“Come with me.”
Hope Williams frowned in refusal, “I’m busy.”
“You’re busy? Ha.”
His voice carried disdain and mockery.
Suddenly, the ma n raised his hand and pulled her into his arms.
The unexpected collision made Hope Williams tremble, her eyebrows tightly furrowed,
panicked for a brief moment, as exclamations from around and her body’s instincts
made her desperately try to push the man a way.
But this resistance seemed utterly trivial in the man’s view.
His grip tightened slightly, pressing Hope Williams even closer to him.
Hope Williams gritted her teeth in anger.
“Waylon Lewis, I’ve realized you really have a problem. What do you mean by this?
Huh? Embracing and cuddling with your ex - wife in public, not afraid of word reaching
Joy Ward?”
Hope Williams fixed her gaze on Waylon Lewis.
Waylon Lewis’ lips curled slightly; his eyes like deep pools, devoid of any smile.
The man’s cold voice sou nded again, as if meant to freeze everything, “I didn’t see you
being busy, chatting cozily with your boyfriend, all lovey - dovey.”