She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 85 - She Has No Plans for the Future with Waylon Lewis

Chapter 85: Chapter 85 She Has No Plans for the Future with Waylon Lewis

Waylon Lewis’s eyes, a deep black, grew gradually colder.

Hope Williams moved her lips, “There’s no reason. Our marriage was a mistake from the start, and I’ve paid for my mistake. Since the divorce agreement was signed, I have never intended to remarry you, no, not just no intention—it’s something I wouldn’t even think about.”

Five years after her departure, she was ready to become a stranger to Waylon Lewis forever. Because of Grandpa Lewis, she needed to visit the Lewis Family, and thus she became entangled with him to this extent, far beyond her expectations.

Thus, after curing Grandpa Lewis, she intended to take her twins back to Country Y.

She… her plans for the future did not include Waylon Lewis!

So for Waylon Lewis’s proposal, she simply laughed it off.

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The next morning, the sun shone brightly through the window, casting light on Hope Williams’s delicate face.

The man had left last night without a word, clearly in a huff.

When she woke up this morning, sitting by her bed, with a stern expression, was Benjamin Myers.

“You’re awake.” Hope Williams tried to get up, and Benjamin Myers helped her.

“Benjamin?” Hope Williams’s gaze unintentionally swept the room, not encountering that person’s figure. She hesitated for a moment; last night seemed like a dream.

She looked at Benjamin Myers, “You… Why are you here?”

“If it weren’t for the ward rounds this morning, I wouldn’t have known you got hurt, and so severely at that,” Benjamin Myers’s gentle voice carried a serious tone, laced with considerable displeasure.

Hope Williams let out a light laugh and pursed her lips slightly, “I’m alright, don’t worry. It’s just a minor injury, and it’s almost healed. I’ll be discharged in a few days.”

“A minor injury? Do you need a mirror to see how your head is bandaged? And you still say it’s nothing—what does it take for you to admit it’s serious?” Benjamin Myers was quite irritated by Hope Williams’s nonchalance.

Hope Williams’s eyes shifted, and being reminded by him, she subconsciously touched her head, “It does seem rather ugly.”

“…” Benjamin Myers bit down on his rear molar in frustration—he had suggested the mirror for her to see the severity, not to check if it looked ugly.

“Alright, stop touching it.” Benjamin Myers, seeing her like that, had a helpless look on his handsome face. He stood up. “I’ve ordered some porridge for you. It’s the Lotus Seed Lily Porridge you usually like. Get up and eat.”

Hope Williams didn’t refuse; since he had already brought it over, there was no reason not to eat. Besides, she was indeed hungry. She got out of bed, freshened up in the bathroom, and when she returned, Benjamin Myers had already served the porridge, “Come and eat.”

Hope Williams nodded, “Thank you. Have you eaten? I can’t finish this much by myself. Let’s eat together.”

Benjamin Myers paused for a moment, “Okay.” He probably hadn’t eaten either, and took a small bowl from beside him to serve himself a little porridge from the thermos.

Hope Williams picked up the spoon and was about to eat when there was a knock on the door of the ward.

“Please come in.”

As the cool voice fell, the door opened, and the man who walked in wore a crisp suit, his handsome face expressionless. Following him was Wyatt Lewis, who, as always, carried an air of careless detachment, and then came Thomas Hughes, holding two large bags of delicately packed food boxes.

Hope Williams’s eyes landed on Waylon Lewis, a pause in her gaze. The man’s complexion bore no warmth apart from severity.

Suddenly, the already cool ward seemed even colder.

Hope Williams was momentarily dazed, withdrawing her gaze, and looked at the man’s face, indifferent as if it was about to destroy everything. Then she thought of that inexplicable kiss from the night before. Hope Williams lowered her head, her cheeks instantly flushed with a hint of red.

To Waylon Lewis, it looked as if she was blushing because she was doing something with Benjamin Myers.

With that thought, his expression grew even darker.

Wyatt Lewis and Thomas Hughes, standing aside and swept up in the increasingly chilling atmosphere, shivered uncontrollably.

Hope Williams pursed her lips. She had thought that he would not come back after her words last night, and seeing him this morning indeed surprised her.

Seeing the way he stared at her, Hope Williams felt uncomfortable. She put down her spoon and asked, “Is there something else you needed?”

Waylon Lewis’s cold lips curled slightly, ready to speak, when the perceptive Wyatt Lewis, fearing that his brother would speak harshly again in his current mood, quickly scooted next to Hope Williams. He grabbed a chair and sat down, saying, “Sis-in-law, I heard you were hurt, and I came to check on you out of concern. But the one who’s most worried about you is still my brother, right? Brother?”

Waylon Lewis gave him a cold glance but said nothing.

Wyatt Lewis awkwardly chuckled twice, incessantly signaling his brother with his eyes.

Brother, you’ve got to say something. Can’t you see the love rival is right here? If you don’t make a stand, your wife will be taken away.

Waylon Lewis ignored him, and Wyatt Lewis turned back to Hope Williams, cheerily saying, “Don’t mind him, sis-in-law. My brother is just shy.”

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“Cough…” Hope Williams choked on the water she was drinking.

Benjamin Myers immediately wanted to pat her back, but Wyatt Lewis swatted his hand away.

“What are you doing?” Benjamin Myers’s expression grew darker.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Wyatt Lewis retorted, his handsome face taut. Was his sister-in-law someone anyone could touch?

Hope Williams caught her breath.

“What exactly are you here for?”

To scare her?

Waylon Lewis shy? Did his icy face have anything to do with shyness?

Wyatt Lewis gave Thomas Hughes a signal, and regardless of the propriety, the grandiose display could not be neglected.

Thomas Hughes, quick on the uptake, immediately put down the food boxes, “Miss Williams, Boss has specially ordered breakfast for you.”

After finishing his words, he bent towards Hope Williams, “Enjoy your meal, Miss Williams.”

Hope Williams looked at the small table already filled to capacity with food, her brow inadvertently furrowing, “This…”

“Sis-in-law, eat this.” Wyatt Lewis served her a small bowl of millet pumpkin porridge with particular eagerness, dismissively pushing aside the bowl of Lotus Seed Lily Porridge.

“Um… this…” Hope Williams was truly at a loss.

“What’s the matter, sis-in-law? Eat up.” Wyatt Lewis blinked expectantly, as if eager for Hope to quick start eating.

“She doesn’t like pumpkin.” Benjamin Myers, sitting opposite Hope Williams, stated coldly.

“How do you know my sis-in-law doesn’t like it? Millet pumpkin porridge is her favorite, isn’t that right, sis-in-law?”

Hope Williams gave Wyatt Lewis a helpless look, “Indeed, I don’t really like pumpkin.”

“…” Wyatt Lewis was silent, “No problem, there’s also Yam Turnip Porridge, Eight Treasure Porridge, Barley Winter Melon Pork Rib Porridge, Glutinous Rice Lotus Porridge, seafood porridge…”

It was as if he had ordered every porridge from the porridge shop.

Hope Williams reached up to her hair, her expression one of helplessness.

“You two obviously don’t know what she likes to eat, so you’ve brought everything back.” Benjamin Myers shifted the porridges now crowding in front of him and slightly curled his lips, revealing their oversight.