She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 67

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 67

Joy Ward tilted her head up slightly, her smile sweet as she spoke in a gentle tone.
Hope Williams’s butterfly - like lashes quivered gently, a trace of desolation flickered
through her eyes imperceptibly.
So, it was because Joy was being discharge d that he came to the hospital, picking her
up was simply a matter of convenience, no wonder he suddenly had the time — it was all
for Joy.
Hope’s indifferent eyes flickered slightly, a tightness formed in her chest; she turned her
head away, pressing that s liver of emotion deep down where it could not be seen.
The slightly oversized black umbrella could shelter three people without issue, but Hope
felt the air beneath it stiflingly oppressive, unbearable to stay, she stepped back.
A few raindrops landed on h er, the cold touch made Hope shiver, then suddenly a
shadow fell over her, and her back bumped into a sturdy figure — Hope turned to see
Benjamin Myers, clad in a white shirt, unknowingly standing behind her with an
umbrella.
...
Benjamin’s gaze was gentle, his voice soft and clear as he spoke, “Just off work?”

Hope nodded slightly and murmured an affirmation.
Benjamin watched Hope for a moment, glancing up at the man with the black umbrella
and then back to Hope’s expression, understanding dawning on him; he sighed softly
and handed the umbrella to Hope.
Hope hesitated for a moment before instinctively accepting the umbrella.
The next second, her shoulder felt a weight, her body briefly warmed as Benjamin took
the umbrella back from her, tilting the majority of it toward her as he said slowly, “It’s
cool out, and you’re dressed so lightly. Are you a kid to catch a cold like this, huh?”
His voice was clear and tender, sounding like a rebuke but laced with indulgence and
helplessness.
The blatantly obvious affec tion in his glance caught Waylon Lewis’s eye, causing his
brows to twitch sharply, and a stormy darkness descended over his eyes, coldness
radiating outward.
Joy’s eyes twinkled, and she immediately smiled, raising her head to tell Waylon,
“Waylon, I think Doctor Williams and Doctor Myers look really good together, a match of
talents and looks, don’t you think…”
Joy was cut short, a cold glare landing on her, a chill spreading through her body, and
she dared not breathe another word.
Waylon stared at her, saying nothing, but his eyes filled with rage, as if his fury had
been triggered, cold enough to freeze everything around at any moment.
Joy stiffened badly, her hand sliding down from Waylon’s arm.
The chill in Waylon’s eyes subsided slightly, and, sensing his master’s displeasure, the
quick - witted Thomas Hughes immediately stepped forward to take the umbrella from
Waylon’s hand.
Waylon’s gaze turned away, his deep and rigid voice addressed Joy, “I was unaware
you were being discharge d today.”
Joy’s eyes tightened sharply, as Waylon’s unhesitant exposure of the truth caused her
facial expression to collapse in rapid succession.
After a half - second of silence, Joy managed to conjure a stiff smile, the words she’d
held back slipped out i mpulsively, “Then you came here to…”
“Pick her up.”

The man’s deep voice sounded out evenly but was laden with coldness.
Saying this, his icy eyes shifted toward Hope.
The woman was lifting her head, a light smile on her face as she talked with the man
bef ore her.
It was a gentle demeanor she had not shown him since her return.
And the man before her looked down with a soft smile, his gaze affectionate, a love so
evident it could not be ignored.
Joy was right; standing together, they did seem… well - matched…
Because they looked so well - suited, it was particularly glaring in Waylon’s eyes — his
pupils narrowed slightly, full of swirling darkness and a storm, rage burning in his chest;
he could no longer bear to see the woman standing with another man, appearing so
well - matched.
It was irritating!
Insufferably irritating!
Suddenly, he strode forward, his frosty gaze never leaving Hope’s face.
Benjamin was asking Hope about the day’s events at the hospital. Before she could
reply, she suddenly felt a chill as her c lothes were yanked away, stuffed back into
Benjamin’s arms.
“…”
“…”
Then Hope felt a sudden weight on her shoulder, practically encased in a rude manner
by a black suit jacket.
Hope turned her head to find Waylon standing beside her, his face dark and frig htening.
Hope’s eyes twitched, deprived of the chance to speak before she was forcefully pulled
into the man’s embrace. Startled, she staggered, her hand instinctively pressing against
Waylon’s chest to steady herself.
Hope glared at Waylon, feeling both f rightened and annoyed like a startled little animal.
“What’s gotten into you?”

Always yanking her around; was she some toy to him? One moment enjoying the
company of his paramour, the next lashing out at her — Hope was thoroughly confused
by him.
“I’m a bit… come here and treat me,” Waylon stated gravely, his voice grittier than
usual, pulling Hope toward the car.
“…” Hope caught her breath.
Benjamin, without hesitation, grabbed Hope’s other wrist.
Hope was caught between two men.
Waylon halted, his gaze upon Benjamin growing colder, “Let go.”
Benjamin’s eyebrows furrowed with a chilling intent, and the air between the two men
became tense, “She doesn’t like you doing this to her.”
“That’s none of your damn business.”
Benjamin’s nor mally serene face darkened, showing no intention of releasing his hold.
Waylon’s handsome face darkened with ink, his fingers curled tight as he tugged on
Hope.
“Looking for a fight?”
“If I win, will you let her go?”
The chill on Waylon intensified.
Hope s tartled, promptly interjected, “Both of you, let me go.”