She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 86

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 86

Wyatt Lewis’s face fell into shadows.
Why did this guy have to dance on his brother’s bottom line? What w as the benefit for
him?
He felt that the coldness exuding from his brother was about to freeze the entire hospital
room.
Yet, this love rival could still sit there serenely. He was really afraid that his brother
would flip the table in anger.

Waylon Lewis strode to the table; Wyatt’s eyelids twitched.
Was he about to flip the table?
...
At that moment, he felt that the chilly gaze was fixed on himself.
Wyatt felt a tingling on his scalp as he looked up at his brother. If you’re staring at me,
what are you doing?
Wyatt’s shoulders couldn’t help but tremble slightly as he tentatively stood up.
Waylon’s somber face softened a bit. He bent down and sat in Wy att’s spot next to
Hope Williams.
Benjamin Myers raised his eyes.
“Is President Lewis going to have some too?”
Waylon gave him a faint glance. “Don’t you think you’re being an eyesore here?”
“Isn’t it you who’s being an eyesore?” Benjamin insisted, pushing the bowl of lotus seed
and lily bulb porridge that had been shoved aside back in front of Hope. “Eat.”
Waylon picked up a bowl of seafood porridge from the row and shoved it directly into
Hope’s hands. “Eat.”
Hope, “…”
Wyatt covered his face with his hand . Brother, who gives a girl something by shoving it
into her hands and then insists with a stern face that she must eat it…
A table of steaming hot porridge in front of her, and beside her, the acrid atmosphere of
the Great Demon King, the air was filled w ith the smell of gunpowder. The two men
looked like they were about to overturn the table any time. Sitting between them, Hope
had the feeling of sitting on pins and needles.
Hope’s lips were pressed into a tight line, helplessly she closed her eyes and wi th the
spoon in her hand, she truly didn’t know which bowl to choose.
It seemed like eating from either bowl was a sin against the other. She really didn’t
understand what these two men were up to, insisting on making trouble over a bowl of
porridge.
“Do y ou want me to feed you?”

Seeing her motionless, Waylon’s expression darkened. That look clearly said, “If you
don’t eat mine, don’t think about leaving the table today.”
Hope was utterly helpless.
She lightly pursed her lips and said, “There’s so much, why don’t you all eat some as
well? Second Young Master, Assistant Hughes, have you eaten? If not, let’s eat
together.”
Waylon’s displeasure at Hope’s suggestion was obvious. He gave a faint sweep of his
gaze over the two men but said nothing.
Wyatt’s eyes li t up, and he grabbed Thomas Hughes, who was about to speak. “Alright,
sister - in - law, then I’ll join you for a bit.”
Having been sent by his brother early in the morning to buy porridge, he hadn’t eaten
anything yet. The table full of steaming, fragrant por ridge was already tempting him, and
his sister - in - law was kind to him.
Wyatt unapologetically picked up a bowl of porridge and started eating with a spoon.
Thus, five people sat around a small table that was somewhat crowded, each with a
bowl of porridge. Except for Hope, everyone else seemed out of place no matter how
you looked at it, strangely mismatched.
Hope ate a bit from both bowls of porridge that had been placed in front of her.
This standoff was finally broken.
How this absurd breakfast ended, Hope didn’t know, but Benjamin Myers was called
away by a nurse, and Wyatt and Thomas Hughes left the hospital room with peculiar
tact.
In the end, the vast hospital room was left with only Hope and Waylon sitting by her
si de. No matter what, Hope felt the atmosphere was odd. Just as she was about to get
up, her wrist warmed; the man had grabbed her.
Hope had her reservations against Waylon, especially after last night. The usually tense
Hope was startled, turning back with a pair of eyes filled with doubt looking at Waylon.
Waylon’s deep, dark eyes quietly looked at her, their gazes colliding unintentionally.
Hope stared at Waylon’s handsome face for a while, pursing her lips and asking,
“They’ve all left, aren’t you leaving too, President Lewis?”
“No rush, sit.” The man’s typically low voice sounded.

Hope looked at him in wonder, a trace of confusion sweeping through her clear eyes.
“About what I mentioned last night, I didn’t mean to force you. I know you have
reservations about it before. You can stick to your convictions, but my determination
won’t change either.”
Hope looked at Waylon’s indifferent countenance, unconsciously stunned for a few
seconds.
Such domineering words made Hope’s heart drum noisily.
She could stick to her convictions, but his determination wouldn’t change.
Meaning, he wouldn’t let go.
Hope’s clear eyes trembled slightly, her face remaining calm, but her heart was already
in turmoil.
She lightly rubbed her temple, which had throbbed twice, took a deep breath, and then
exhaled heavily.
“Waylon, I don’t understand your reasons for doing this.”
His marriage proposal really baffled Hope.
She looked at him.
At such a close distance, no emotion could escape each other’s eyes.
He had deliberately restrained h is usual sternness. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Hope
felt that this previously arrogant and domineering man was actually a bit cautious today.
Waylon’s pair of dark eyes quietly looked at her. After a while, he furrowed his brows,
and his low and magne tic voice, as beautiful as a cello, resonated fatally, “Perhaps it’s
because I want the woman by my side to be you, and always be you.”