She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 153 - We Play Slowly

Chapter 153: Chapter 153 We Play Slowly

Alexander Knox looked at Hope Williams apologetically.

If Alexander could see through the thoughts, how could Hope not understand them?

Just then, a cold feeling suddenly rose behind her.

When Hope turned around, she saw a tall figure standing behind her, his tense and handsome face emanating a fierce chill.

“Brother Waylon, you’re here? I just happened to see, Sister Hope and Alexander…”

Waylon Lewis’s gaze shifted from Hope, gradually moving onto Alexander.

His fists clenched, anger flaring in his eyes, it seemed as though he was about to throw a punch.

Hope stepped forward quickly and grabbed his hand.

Waylon turned his head to look at her.

Her sparkling eyes were blinking at him.

The next moment, she tiptoed, wrapping her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cool, thin lips.

Waylon’s body trembled, his pupils constricted, disbelief flickering through them. By the time he realized what was happening, her soft lips had already left his.

Hope’s starry eyes flashed with a touch of shyness as she held onto his clothes, looking up at him, “Calm down now?”

“Mm.”

“Why did you come here?”

Waylon handed his phone to Hope, showing a message Mia Fuller had sent to him just ten minutes ago, a photo of Alexander holding her hand.

Hope’s brows furrowed, her icy gaze sweeping over Mia with a hint of light mockery.

Just as she thought.

She looked up at Waylon, her delicate face smiling calmly, “I can explain.”

“You don’t need to explain.” Waylon grasped Hope’s hand, pulling her into his arms, the anger that once filled him completely dissipated, vanished without a trace, “I believe you.”

Hope smiled gently, her expression unavoidably filled with the shyness and sweetness of a woman in her own man’s presence.

The audience, who had been watching, finally reacted.

The woman, who was assumed to be “the other woman,” actually had such a handsome husband.

And they seemed incredibly sweet, especially after witnessing that assertive, domineering yet shy kiss, and the man’s words, “You don’t need to explain, I believe you.” left them utterly charmed.

So was this woman really “the other woman?”

“Have you not had dinner yet?” Waylon gently rubbed the top of Hope’s head.

Hope nodded slightly, “I was just about to eat.”

“Shall I join you?”

“Mm, aren’t you busy? Are you done with the company’s work?”

“Busy, yes, but you’re more important than any of that,” Waylon said as he pulled Hope to sit down with him, so naturally and effortlessly.

The people nearby felt like they were being killed by the overwhelming sweetness.

Hope smiled faintly, her eyes shifting to the side to look at Mia Fuller, “Miss Fuller, what were you saying about seeing Mr. Knox and me?”

Mia Fuller gnashed her teeth, fury threatening to consume her from within.

How shameless could this woman be, flirting with a man right in front of everyone?

Enough already.

Mia Fuller exhaled deeply, putting on an extremely helpless expression, “Brother Waylon, perhaps it was a misunderstanding on my part about Sister Hope and Alexander. Maybe they are truly just ordinary friends meeting for a meal, and Alexander holding Sister Hope’s hand was simply a gesture of friendly relations between men and women.”

Her statement made the ordinary seem unusual.

Hope laughed coldly.

“So it was a misunderstanding?” Hope Williams raised an eyebrow at Mia Fuller.

Mia bit her lip, “I must have misunderstood.”

“Must have?”

How could Mia Fuller give up such a chance to harshly trample Hope Williams? She persisted, albeit reluctantly, “Well, since you just… that’s why I’m not sure if there’s really something going on between you two.”

As Mia spoke, her gaze involuntarily shifted towards Waylon Lewis, vainly attempting to discern a hint of doubt in his eyes.

But the man’s expression was cold, his attention entirely focused on Hope Williams, unshared with anyone else—where would there be any doubt?

Mia Fuller was not satisfied.

She turned around, aggrieved, grasping Naomi Woods’s hand with utter helplessness, “Naomi, let’s just go.”

“What do you mean, ‘let’s just go’?” Naomi Woods refused to comply, feeling that Mia Fuller was just too easy to bully. The evidence was right before their eyes, how could she just swallow her words?

And how disgusting was this woman.

After seducing Alexander Knox, she moved on to Waylon Lewis, why did all the good men in the world seem to revolve around her? Why did she deserve that?

Naomi Woods’s gaze landed sharply on Waylon Lewis. The man sat there quietly, doing nothing, his handsome face and noble demeanor set every woman’s heart aflutter.

How could such a fine man be spoiled by a woman like that?

“President Lewis, don’t be deceived by this woman. She was outright seducing President Knox just a moment ago. A woman as fickle as her has no right to stand by your side,” Naomi Woods’s voice was sharp to begin with, and her outcry made it even more piercing.

“Naomi, stop talking,” Mia Fuller came over to pull Naomi Woods’s hand, showing a great fortitude to swallow her grievances.

“You’re just too accommodating, Mia. How can you let this kind of woman off so easily?” Naomi fumed, turning her head and, ignoring Mia’s intervention, said to Waylon Lewis, “President Lewis, really, I saw it with my own eyes, this woman seducing Mr. Knox, her smiles were so enchanting.”

Waylon Lewis’s face grew colder and colder, “Seducing?”

Naomi Woods, as if seeing Waylon Lewis’s mood shift, immediately added, “Yes, seducing. Broad daylight, it’s just shameless. And with President Knox having a fiancée, her actions are even more deplorable. President Lewis, such a dirty woman, are you sure you want to keep her by your side?”

“Would you prefer if I keep you instead?” His dark eyes lacked a hint of warmth as he glared icily at Naomi Woods.

Naomi Woods saw Waylon Lewis look towards her, and joy surged in her eyes. She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked at Hope Williams.

“President Lewis is wise and invincible, strikingly handsome. If you’d grant me the honor of staying by your side, it would be my privilege,” Naomi Woods had not expected such a surprise by coming out with Mia Fuller today.

For someone like Waylon Lewis, who was at the pinnacle of the social pyramid, even she, born into a prestigious family, rarely got to see him, much less be so close.

Considering how Joy Ward, the woman formerly by Waylon’s side, gained glory and even brought her family aboard the mighty ship of the Lewis Family, it was limitless limelight.

She considered herself superior in both looks and figure, believing she would be even more favored by his side. She was waiting for the day when she could cling to Waylon Lewis’s coattails.

The opportunity truly came, right there in front of her, and she was determined to seize it firmly.

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“Slap!”

A heavy slap resounded, and before Naomi Woods could react, sharp pain exploded on her left cheek.

The slap seemed to wake her from her beautiful dream, and Naomi Woods was infuriated.

“Naomi,” Mia Fuller exclaimed in shock.

“You bitch, how dare you hit me?” Naomi Woods flung Mia’s hand away, ready to pounce.

“It’s no wonder this high-class restaurant had the sound of a dog barking, turns out it was coming from you,” Aria Richardson flicked her hand dismissively, eyeing her coldly.

“You, who are you? What right do you have to hit me?” Naomi was fuming, unable to comprehend why she was slapped.

“What right do I have to hit you? What right do you have to slander my best friend?”

“Best friend? Wow, so the shameless hussy has a best friend as rude and unreasonable as herself. Birds of a feather flock together; it’s no surprise—scum sticks with scum.”

“You idiot, let’s see how I deal with you,” Aria Richardson wound up her arm, ready to tear at Naomi Woods’s mouth.

Naomi Woods saw the opportunity and quickly fell towards Waylon Lewis.

“President Lewis, help me! This woman is trying to kill me.”