She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 132 - : Beautiful Misunderstanding

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Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Beautiful Misunderstanding

“Mommy, bad Daddy.” Luke popped out, holding a mechanical toy in his hand and smiling as he ran towards Hope Williams.

“Luke, what were you doing hiding back there?” Hope hadn’t even noticed the little guy was behind her.

No wonder she couldn’t find him for so long.

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“Are all these mechanics really so sophisticated? There are some parts Luke has never seen before. I really like it here. Are all these really for Luke?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course, are these enough? If not, I can have someone bring more,” Waylon replied.

“It’s enough, it’s enough. All of these are plenty!”

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Hope massaged her forehead, “Alright, Luke, it’s too late now. Go wash up and sleep. Look, your sister has already fallen asleep.”

“Okay, Luke will go to sleep now. Mommy, you should rest soon too.”

Waylon Lewis and Hope Williams went out and gently closed the door.

Waylon Lewis walked Hope Williams to the bedroom, the room they had stayed in when they got married.

Waylon Lewis pushed the door open, “You’ve stayed in this room before, you’re familiar with it. Everything inside is new, you can use it directly.”

If Hope remembered correctly, this was originally Waylon Lewis’s room. The room’s decor was very familiar, decorated in the style she liked before.

She was sleeping here tonight, but where would Waylon Lewis sleep? Hope turned back to look at him, “And you?”

Waylon straightened up, a smile in his eyes, “If you want me to sleep with you, I can do that.”

Hope’s gaze trembled slightly, her cheeks reddening under his ambiguous and intense stare, “No need, no need.”

Seeing Hope’s blush, Waylon’s smile grew deeper, “Have a good rest. I’ll be next door, call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Hope sighed softly, walked into the bathroom to run the water, then came out to fetch a bathrobe.

Hope immersed her whole body into the large bathtub, with the warm water soaking her all over, dissipating much of the chill from her body. She sighed lightly and leaned tiredly against the bathtub wall.

It had been quite a while since she had relaxed like this.

She didn’t know how much time had passed…

She felt ice-cold water sweeping over her, drowning in the tide, a suffocating danger. She kept sinking.

Suddenly, a hand tightly grasped her arm and lifted her up.

Hope abruptly opened her eyes and burst out of the water, tightly gripping the edge of the tub with one hand and clutching her chest with the other, “Sputter, cough, cough, cough…”

The movement was so abrupt that a lot of water splashed out, some even onto the man.

The man had dark, frowning brows, his cold voice filled with urgency, “What are you doing?”

Seeing Waylon Lewis there, she quickly grabbed the nearby bathrobe to shield her front.

“Cough, cough…” Hope choked on a lot of water, coughing violently.

Seeing her in this state, a touch of distress flashed through Waylon’s eyes.

Hope had accidentally fallen asleep in the tub, her body slid down and her nose dipped under the water, choking on several mouthfuls.

Hope felt a weight on her shoulder, a clean bathrobe draped over her, and then the man bent down, his arms reaching under her lower back and knees, lifting her up.

Hope was startled, “Hey, you…”

Waylon’s brows were furrowed, “If you want to sleep, lie in bed. Sleeping in the tub, do you want to drown yourself?”

Hope’s voice softened, “I fell asleep by accident.”

Fresh from the bath, Hope had a pleasant milky scent on her, which invaded Waylon’s nostrils, tickling his nerves. He felt an inexplicable heat surging within him.

The man’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed as he placed her on the bed and was about to rise, but his foot slipping on the slippers at the edge of the bed sent him tumbling towards Hope.

Hope was startled, “You!”

Waylon immediately braced his hands against the edge of the bed to steady himself.

Suddenly, their eyes met, and Hope’s widened as the handsome face before her loomed large. Their faces were so close they could almost hear each other’s breathing.

Waylon’s gaze trailed down her slender neck, raising an eyebrow.

Hope then realized that the bathrobe she hadn’t fastened properly had come undone at some point, slipping down to her shoulders, inadvertently revealing more than intended. Her cheeks flushed with deepening crimson as she quickly reached to pull it together.

Seeing her reaction elicited a very soft chuckle from Waylon, “You don’t have to be shy. We already have Luke and Willow, there’s nothing about you I haven’t seen.”

“You!” Hope bit her lip, “You’re a rogue.”

“Only towards you.”

“And you’re proud of it?”

“Tsk… It’s a man’s nature to be rogue towards the woman he loves. Besides, you are mine.”

“Who’s yours? Who agreed to that?”

Hope Williams’s cheeks turned a fervent red under his intense gaze; Waylon Lewis really had a face so handsome it was irresistible, the maturity and elegance that came with him wearing a white shirt only added to his charm, and the hormonal scent emitting from his body was utterly captivating.

Especially when desire churned in those black-as-ink eyes of his, it was just too hard to resist.

Hope hadn’t realized that she had actually been enchanted by Waylon’s face, staring at her for several seconds.

When those watery eyes fixated on someone unwaveringly, she didn’t know how tempting she was.

Waylon’s sexy Adam’s apple moved up and down. He kissed her lips forcefully, pulling her soft, water-like figure into his embrace, hooking her tongue and gradually breaching her defenses.

“Waylon you… um…”

Before Hope could finish her sentence, she was pressed underneath him on the bed, her crimson lips sealed once again.

His hand lifted her leg to rest on his waist; it found the belt of her bathrobe and undid it, his hand slipping inside the gown to touch her delicate skin.

Both trembled.

Hope even more so as his kisses landed on her collarbone.

Her robe was now a mess, pushed aside haphazardly.

Hope urgently gasped for breath, “Waylon…”

Waylon paused, his black eyes fixed on her, “Shall we get remarried? I’ll give you everything, absolutely everything.”

Kissed into confusion, Hope pressed her hands on Waylon’s shoulders, “Waylon, calm down.”

“I can’t calm down.”

Waylon’s hand tightened, he hoisted her up, pressing her close to himself, and even through his shirt, Hope could feel the heat radiating from his body.

His lips trailed down her neck, slowly moving downwards.

Hope’s starry eyes were muddled, her heart almost pounding out of her chest violently, though her body instinctively followed Waylon’s rhythm.

Their skin against skin…

They were really going to…

“Waylon… I think I can say something, let’s talk… please?”

“No talking, no time.”

“…”

Hope bit her lip hard, “Mm…” unable to resist Waylon’s enticement, and she let out a light moan.

“Mommy, what are you and bad Daddy doing?”

A milky voice suddenly appeared.

Waylon jolted upright, snatching up the blanket to wrap Hope completely.

Hope hid under the blanket, wrapping herself tightly, wishing she could vanish on the spot.

She and Waylon were about to… were just about to…

Waylon gritted his teeth, straightened his disheveled clothes, put on a stern face as he got off the bed, and glared at the two little tots at the door, fiercely blinking.

Luke and Willow were somewhat at a loss under Waylon’s somber expression.

Waylon bit down hard, “What are you… doing here?”

“Can’t sleep, looking for Mommy.”

Waylon, “…Were you not just sleeping soundly, and now you can’t sleep?”

“Willow woke up and wanted Mommy; I can’t sleep, need Mommy.”

“Your mommy is asleep; she needs rest. If you can’t sleep, go play with Wyatt for a while.” Waylon lifted one child in each hand and carried both little ones out of the room.

Luke and Willow struggled in mid-air, flailing their arms and legs, soon realizing it was futile and deflated as Waylon carried them.

Luke huffed twice, “Bad Daddy, what were you just doing with Mommy?”

Waylon frowned, tossed the two soft little ones out, and responded, “Making you a little brother.”

Hidden under the covers and blushing furiously, Hope heard what Waylon said, her face turning even redder.

What kind of way was that to educate kids?

What was he even telling them?

Before she could react, the blanket was pulled away and Waylon embraced Hope, insistent, “Let’s continue.”

Hope lowered her hand to Waylon’s shoulder, pointing toward the door, “You get out.”

“…”

“Did you hear me? Get out. You make them a brother by yourself.”

Hope brutally and mercilessly drew the blanket over her, muttering indignantly from within her cozy cocoon, “A father with no sense of being a father, teaching all sorts of nonsense to the kids every day.”