She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 84

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 84

Hope Williams gathered her thoughts, her voice chilly, “What now, President Lewis? Are
you here to seek justice for Joy Ward?”
“…”
The man didn’t speak, and all Hope could feel was the intense gaze of his deep, dark
eyes boring into her, as if he was trying to see through her body and into the depths of
her soul.
Hope’s butterfly - like eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt a tightness in her chest.
The day’s events had indeed exhausted her; she didn’t want to say anything, and at this
moment, she didn’t want to deal with Waylon Lewis either.
Towards this man, she could never resort to behaving like Joy Ward, manipulating and
feigning pity for sympathy. Perhaps she shouldn’t have asked that qu estion today.
But deep down, she had wanted Waylon Lewis to believe her, so she asked.
...
The result left her disappointed.
When he didn’t trust her, she admitted to herself that she hadn’t wanted to explain or
provide evidence because she was acting petu lantly.

In the dark corner of her soul, she hoped that Waylon Lewis would one day regret his
distrust towards her.
Silence filled the hospital room, and Hope closed her eyes deeply, “If you want to stand,
then stand. I’m tired…”
Before Hope’s words even fi nished, a strong arm locked around her waist.
Startled, in the darkness the man leaned over her and his cool, thin lips covered hers,
prying open her teeth, seeking her sweetness, almost intertwined.
The strong, familiar scent enveloped her whole body, and Hope’s heart felt like it was
about to burst from her chest.
She was completely stunned.
When she finally recovered and tried to push back against the man’s strong chest with
her hands,
Her feeble resistance was futile against the strength of the robust m an; her attempts
only made him more ardent.
“Mmm… Waylon Lewis!”
With her breath completely stolen, Hope finally found a chance to breathe, only to be
kissed yet again.
She couldn’t withstand his frenzy tonight, and after fruitless struggles, she acquiesced
to his kisses.
Unintentionally, tears began to form at the corners of her eyes, and a metallic taste
flooded her mouth as their lips and teeth clashed.
Hope bit down o n Waylon’s lower lip, biting hard as if to make him hurt just as she did.
Waylon held her neck, not allowing her to escape, letting her bite him while he
relentlessly kissed her, giving her no space to breathe.
They were like lovers who had been apart for too long, filled with bitterness and love,
determined to hurt each other in order to soothe their own inner pain until they were
appeased.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and the faint sound of her sobbing finally brought
Waylon back to his senses, willing to let her go.

In the darkness, Waylon bent forward, his arm still around her waist, and Hope tensed
as they locked eyes, both too quiet to speak.
The silence lingered for a while.
The man slowly lowered his head and nestled in the crook of her neck, his breaths
flowing in delicate bursts along her throat.
Hope dared not move, the calm after the storm lasting who knew how long.
“Hope Williams.”
The man’s hoarse voice sounded, “Promise me you won’t get in any more trouble.”
He had never been as afraid of lo sing her as he was today.
The way she was earlier had scared him breathless.
Hope’s eyelashes trembled slightly, the kiss seeming to alter their relationship subtly.
Hope couldn’t understand this man at all now, what he was really doing; his sudden
impulse and care lightly stirred her heartstrings.
She tried to curve her lips into a smile, her voice choked, “Waylon Lewis, are you
concerned about me?”
“Yes, concerned about you.”
His rich voice fell, causing a tremor in Hope’s heart.
“So promise me, don’t get in trouble again, I can’t handle it.”
Hope blinked gently, staring into the man’s dark eyes, a shadow of despondency falling
across her as she thought of something, eventually choosing to look away.
“Does it really matter to you if I get in trouble or not ? Concerned about me? By what
right are you concerned about me, Waylon Lewis?”
The hand that Waylon had around her waist tightened slightly.
Hope pushed against Waylon, extremely uncomfortable with their overly intimate
position, feeling the oppressive for ce of the man that made her hold her breath.
But he remained immovable, like a mountain.
Hope clenched her teeth.

“If you have nothing to say, President Lewis, you can leave. I need to rest.”
“If needing a reason to care about you requires a title, then let’s get remarried.”
The man’s sudden statement made Hope’s heart skip a beat, almost doubting her own
ears, but in the quiet hospital room where one could hear the other’s soft breathing, the
voice resonated again near her ear, leaving no chance for mistake.
“You’re joking!”
Having dismissed the possibility of a misunderstanding, Hope could only cling to that
reasoning.
Her body moved slightly, and the next second she was swept up in a princess carry and
carried briskly out.
Hope was dumbfounded.
“Waylon Lewis, what are you doing?”
“Civil affairs office.”
Hope’s heart skipped again.
Absolutely insane.
He was proving with actions whether he was joking or not.
“Put me down, I didn’t agree to remar ry you.”
“The reason?”
The reason she didn’t agree to remarry.