Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Caught Red-Handed with a Crush Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Caught Red-Handed with a Crush At this mont, Hope Williams was lying on the bed, selecting photos with Luke and Willow.
“Wow this one looks good…”
“This one of Luke and Willow is so cute, I really want to cut it out just for the two of you.”
“Doesn’t Daddy look especially handso in this one?”
Hope Williams was clearly more than satisfied with these pictures, her fingers lightly tapped on the tablet, zooming in on Waylon Lewis’s perfect face, and she couldn’t help but sigh that his sharp features were flawless, perfect from every angle.
Hope was really into it, staring at Waylon’s handso face, her lips involuntarily curving into a smile.
“Does it look good?”
“It does look good!”
Who is speaking?
Hope looked up to see Waylon Lewis leaning against the doorway watching her, not knowing when he had been standing there.
“You? When did you get there?” Hope hurriedly put away the tablet, feeling embarrassed.
“When you asked them if I was especially handso,” Waylon’s lips curved slightly.
Caught red-handed in her crush!
“Do you like it?” Waylon took a few steps closer to Hope.
“What… what?”
“Looking at .”
Putting it together… do you really like looking at ?
Hope paused, Waylon’s approach carried a dangerous air, his eyes teasingly provocative.
Hope bent over to dodge back, but a large hand on her lower back thwarted her escape.
“Hmm?”
Hope’s body stiffened, but smilingly she responded, “Of course, President Lewis, your face is impeccably handso, I definitely like it, a lot.”
“You prefer staring at the photo?”
“Uh… I like the real thing too, equally handso.” Hope thought her response was perfect, and Waylon chuckled softly.
“Shall we go downstairs to eat?”
“Sure, let’s eat, Luke, Willow, let’s go downstairs, I’m starving.” Saying this, Hope quickly wriggled out from Waylon’s embrace, feeling his gaze was a bit too intense, carrying a strong offense.
“Ti to eat.” Luke and Willow put on their shoes and ran out of the room. Just as Hope was about to follow, her steps had just lifted when she was abruptly pulled back, her back pressed against the wall the next second.
Hope let out a soft cry, the man’s dominant presence overwhelming her, she looked up slightly at the man, her heart pounding.
Tilting her head, she offered Waylon the perfect angle to kiss her, his lips curved, and the kiss landed seamlessly.
Hope’s eyelashes fluttered, his kiss was not as forceful or dominating as before, but more tender and cautious, gently kissing her, the tingling sensation electrifyingly swept through her body, making Hope shiver.
Waylon dared not touch Hope too much, the kiss brief but intense.
Waylon lightly touched her nose tip and chuckled, “Next ti you like it, rember to stare at the real thing.”
Hope’s cheeks flushed with a shy crimson.
“Let’s go eat,” Waylon released Hope.
Released, Hope’s eyes quickly captured the restrained and lingering desire in Waylon’s eyes.
Clearly wanting her so eagerly, yet holding back due to concern for her and the children, realizing this made Hope’s lips curl into a beautiful smile.
Waylon pulled her hand and headed out, as Hope saw Waylon take two deep breaths, seemingly forcing himself to calm down.
Downstairs, the table was set with four dishes and a soup. Luke and Willow sat waiting at their spots for Hope and Waylon, and seeing them finally coming down, they couldn’t help but ask, “Daddy, Mommy, what were you doing? Why did it take so long?”
“Uh…” Hope certainly couldn’t tell the two little ones that they just did sothing they shouldn’t see!
“Kids should ask less.” Waylon spoke indifferently.
“Can’t kids know?”
“No.”
“Alright then~”
“Let’s eat.”
Waylon placed so food into Hope’s bowl, “Try today’s dishes and see if they suit your palate.”
Hope picked up her chopsticks and started putting food into her mouth.
Waylon watched Hope with a barely noticeable tension in his eyes.
Hope took a bite and slightly frowned…
“Waylon…”
“Yes? What’s wrong?” Waylon tightened his grip on the chopsticks.
“We didn’t offend the chef, did we?”
Hope looked at the pork rib stew with radish in front of her and pursed her lips.
Waylon looked at Hope, his back stiffening, “Is it not tasty?”
Hope twitched her lips and started, “This pork rib stew with radish, the radish is cut too big and is undercooked…”
“Why is there no egg in the scrambled tomato and egg, and yet it tastes sweet?” Luke.
“The at is all dried up and tasteless, what’s going on?” Willow.
“The main thing is why would you fry such a big piece of green vegetable whole? Did the chef beco too lazy to use the knife today? And why put so much oil?” Hope said, sowhat helpless, the poor vegetable seed to have been soaked in oil.
After saying that, Hope looked at Waylon about to say sothing else but then noticed Waylon’s expression becoming more and more peculiar.
Hope blinked, looked at the dishes in front of her and at Waylon’s expression, a shocking thought suddenly popped into her mind.
“This…You didn’t make this, did you?”
Waylon pursed his lips, looked slightly mortified but admitted, “Yes.”
“Cough, cough, cough…” Hope was startled, almost choking on her own saliva, “This…”
“It’s not tasty, I’ll make it again.” Waylon stood up with a look of disappointed dejection, saying that as he went to discard the food, his heartbroken appearance truly made Hope feel sorry for him.
Hope reached out to hold Waylon’s hand, “Well, there’s no need to throw it away; it isn’t exactly inedible… haha, like this vegetable, although whole, it’s cooked, just too much oil, if you mix it with rice, it doesn’t affect the taste much. Even the scrambled tomato without egg, it tastes like egg, so you can count it as having egg… and the pork rib stew with radish, at least the ribs are edible.”
President Lewis had put in the effort to cook for the whole family, Hope couldn’t bear to hurt his confidence.
Hope signaled to Luke and Willow with her eyes, and the clever kids imdiately responded, “Right, Daddy, the braised fish you made is quite successful.”
Waylon’s eyes brightened, “Where is it successful?”
“It looks like a fish!” Willow praised sincerely.
Waylon, “…”
He really wanted to thank them for trying so hard to “praise” him.
Although he knew those words were filled with comforting intentions, Waylon’s mood visibly improved.
Hope saw that Waylon was feeling better and breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for her quick thinking that saved President Lewis’ cooking confidence.
Hope moved her chopsticks, and just then soone walked in briskly without hesitation, pulled up a chair, and sat down.
Wyatt caught his breath, “I’m exhausted, brother, sister-in-law, shall we eat?”
Wyatt rubbed his hands together with no intention of being polite, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and started eating.
Hope’s expression tensed, barely having ti to stop him.
“Cough… spit, what is this crappy thing? Who made it?”
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