Chapter 243: Chapter 243 Hope Williams Vomited Chapter 243: Chapter 243 Hope Williams Vomited Hope sniffled slightly and smiled.
“I always felt like I had nothing, but today I realize I have so much. I have you, Luke, Willow, the master, grandpa, and Mom…” Hope counted on her fingers, her eyes brimming with tears as she laughed, and she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable.
“I suddenly feel like I’m not alone… and it feels really good.”
His heart ached severely as he pulled her back into his arms.
He didn’t know how he could ever make up for even one ten-thousandth of the hurt he had caused her.
“From now on, you have . You will never be alone,” he comforted her softly.
Looking down at the woman nestled ekly against his chest, he sighed softly, lifted her back onto the bed, and was about to get up when Hope’s grip on his hand tightened, unwilling to let go.
Waylon’s eyes softened imnsely as he smoothed her disheveled hair and lightly caressed her cheek before placing a kiss on her smooth forehead, whispering, “Behave, I’ll make you so sobering soup, or you’ll have a headache tomorrow.”
Hope frowned slightly, her grip not loosening, and she nuzzled into his chest. “No, I don’t want it.”
Her voice was irresistibly soft.
Waylon, watching the woman who didn’t want to let him go, felt a stirring of emotion, his nose filled with her faint fragrance.
His sexy Adam’s apple bobbed as his fingers gently glided over her flushed lips, his voice slightly hoarse.
“Hope, I won’t be able to control myself if you keep this up.”
They had both been drinking, and the quiet room was filled with rising passion.
Hearing his husky voice, Hope blinked drowsily, Waylon’s strikingly handso face before her, his eyes flickering as they watched her.
“Looking at what?”
“Looking at you…you’re so handso.”
Hope’s praise pleased Waylon, and he involuntarily curved his lips.
She tilted her head up and planted a soft kiss on his lips, light as a dragonfly’s touch, sparking the last vestige of gentlemanly restraint in Waylon.
He lifted his hand and cradled her chin.
“Seducing temptress.”
“So, have you been seduced?”
“I have,” Waylon admitted, leaning down to return Hope’s kiss.
The deep kiss caught Hope off guard; she tilted her head back, submitting as Waylon audaciously pried her teeth apart, sweeping through her sweetness.
“Shall we do sothing else?”
Hope, already dizzy, beca even more so from the kiss, only hearing Waylon talking, not catching what he said.
“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Her lips were kissed again, leaving Hope with no way to escape…
The next day.
A familiar sense of being ravished washed over her; Hope tiredly climbed out of bed. She intended to grab so clothes from the wardrobe, but as she passed the mirror,
she saw the scattered hickeys on her body.
Hope’s face darkened and then flushed; Waylon had nearly devoured her.
“What are you looking at?”
“Just checking if I’m missing any parts.”
A warm and broad chest pressed against her back from behind, enveloping her in an embrace.
Waylon kissed her cheek and chuckled softly, “Funny.”
Hope turned within his arms, her eyes a mix of irritation, embarrassnt, and helplessness.
“I need to change, go out.”
“What’s the difference now between you being naked and changing clothes?”
Waylon chuckled softly.
Hope pursed her lips, her face blazing red, darting her eyes about, realizing she had nowhere to escape, she looked up at him helplessly and called him, “Hooligan.”
“Only for you.”
They entered the bathroom together, and after so playful monts, Hope complained about Waylon’s ‘misdeeds’ in an annoyed voice…
Dressed and downstairs.
The breakfast table was already set with a sophisticated spread, Luke and Willow sat at the table, spooning porridge with exaggerated cuteness.
Seeing Hope, “Mommy~”
Seeing Waylon, “…”
Hope glanced back at Waylon, “Are you fighting with them again?”
Waylon glanced sideways at Luke and Willow.
“Nothing, Mommy, Daddy is really nice.”
Luke earnestly covered for Waylon, “He just almost forgot to bring us ho last night.”
Really, it’s nothing!
“…”
“…”
“Waylon Lewis!” Hope glared at Waylon.
Even forgetting to bring their own son and daughter ho!
“Sorry, I’ll be more careful next ti.”
Next ti I’ll be more careful!
Hope’s temples throbbed, truly wondering if these two treasures were really his.
Waylon picked up a spoon to serve Hope so seafood porridge.
Hope stirred it with her spoon and was about to take a bite when her stomach suddenly churned, she put down the spoon and hurried to the bathroom, covering her mouth.
Waylon’s eyebrows furrowed deeply as he quickly followed, supporting Hope and asking anxiously, “What’s wrong?”
Hope threw up for a while before feeling a bit better, shaking her hand, “It’s nothing, probably because I drank last night.”
Hope had a history of stomach issues, probably for this reason.
Waylon still looked worried, his brows tightly furrowed, grabbing Hope’s hand, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Hope raised her hand to refuse, “I’m really okay, just need to eat so breakfast, don’t worry.”
Waylon supported her, observing her complexion before letting it go, “Don’t drink next ti.”
Hope obediently nodded, “I know, I usually don’t drink much, don’t worry.”
Seeing Hope co out, Luke and Willow eagerly gathered around, “Mommy, are you feeling unwell?”
Hope smiled and shook her head, “No, I’ll feel better after so breakfast.”
Hearing this, Luke imdiately went to get porridge for Hope, who took the seafood porridge from him, lifted the spoon to her mouth, but felt nauseous again.
What’s going on with her?
She slightly furrowed her brow.
Noticing the three pairs of worried eyes beside her, Hope bit her lip, forced herself, and downed several mouthfuls of the soft, comforting porridge. Her stomach felt much better.
Seeing Hope finish her porridge, the three finally relaxed.
After breakfast, Waylon and Hope visited the old master before heading to the company.
Hope was also busy, with two surgeries in the morning, leaving her sowhat fatigued.
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