Chapter 373: Chapter 373: I Only Want to Have a Loving Relationship with You Chapter 373: Chapter 373: I Only Want to Have a Loving Relationship with You Back ho, Hope Williams settled Luke and Willow.
The two little ones were scared today and fell into a deep sleep in the car, and Hope Williams gently covered them with a blanket, her face full of concern.
Downstairs, Hope Williams saw Waylon Lewis sitting on the sofa, with Thomas Hughes standing next to him, who was moving his mouth, seemingly reporting sothing to Waylon Lewis. Upon seeing Hope Williams, Thomas Hughes imdiately greeted her respectfully.
Hope Williams gave a slight nod, and Waylon Lewis stretched out his hand to pull her to sit next to him.
“What is this?” Hope Williams glanced at the notebook computer on the coffee table, which seed to be displaying a segnt of surveillance video.
“Hospital surveillance.”
It was from the period when Vivia Fuller was hospitalized due to injury until Luke and Willow were kidnapped by Mia Fuller.
“Do you also suspect Vivia Fuller?” Hope Williams glanced at the surveillance, looking towards Waylon Lewis.
“Yeah,” Waylon Lewis responded gravely, “She’s not that kind-hearted.”
Hope Williams frowned, “I feel the sa way, found any clues?”
Waylon Lewis shook his head, “No, everything seems normal.”
Everything is normal, which made it puzzling. The surveillance showed that since her admission, Vivia Fuller had not been in contact with Mia Fuller, and she didn’t have a cell phone to contact Mia Fuller either. The only person she had any contact with those days was Henry Fuller.
This was confird by Thomas Hughes asking the other patients in Vivia Fuller’s room, who could all attest to it.
Moreover, a fellow patient said that Vivia Fuller was ntally unstable, either crying at night or hiding under the covers, looking utterly dejected.
Thus, she was also not in the right state of mind to plan anything during that ti.
Looking back at the segnt when Luke and Willow were kidnapped by Mia Fuller, the surveillance indeed showed it was solely Mia Fuller who had taken the children.
Vivia Fuller had just happened to see Mia Fuller taking the children away and had started an intense argunt in an attempt to rescue the children, during which Mia Fuller stabbed and pushed her down the stairs.
Everything suggested that Vivia Fuller really wasn’t at fault this ti.
However, Hope Williams still felt it was impossible for Vivia Fuller to be so benevolent, as soone who could betray her own kin wouldn’t save the enemy’s children without having their own agenda.
Regarding Vivia Fuller, Hope Williams could not find any reasonable explanation for her actions and was dazedly watching the surveillance when the entrance door opened, and two hurried figures rushed in.
“Bro, sister-in-law, Luke and Willow are alright, right? Mom said that crazy woman Mia Fuller kidnapped Luke and Willow.”
“Hope, are you okay? Where’s Luke and Willow?”
Hope Williams looked at the people who approached her, blinked lightly, “It’s alright, don’t worry, Luke and Willow are fine, they are upstairs sleeping now.”
“That’s good, that’s good, I was so scared, how could such a thing happen, has Mia Fuller been caught? That’s so wicked,” Aria Richardson said anxiously.
“She’s been caught and taken to the police station,” Hope Williams glanced at Aria Richardson, then toward Wyatt Lewis, “Speaking of which, how co you two ca together?”
“Because we were together last night,” Aria Richardson said without hesitation.
“What? You were together last night?” Hope Williams raised her voice slightly, glaring at Wyatt Lewis.
Waylon Lewis gently raised his eyebrows, giving Wyatt Lewis a aningful look.
Wyatt Lewis jolted under that gaze, quickly waved his hands to explain, “No no, nothing like that, we were just drinking together in a private booth last night.”
Wyatt Lewis, seeing the way Hope Williams looked at him as if he had bullied Aria Richardson, hurriedly added, “Not just the two of us.”
Hope Williams’s clear eyes shifted inch by inch towards Aria Richardson.
Aria Richardson, realizing her words had caused a misunderstanding, quickly said under Hope Williams’s probing gaze, “Right, right, we were drinking, many people, don’t think too much.”
“Mmm, just talk, no need to blush,” Hope Williams said playfully, her voice laced with amusent as she raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
Aria Richardson touched her own cheek subconsciously, seeming a bit hot, wondering what was going on.
Hope Williams shook her head and smiled, “Since you’ve co, stay for dinner.”
To change the subject, Wyatt Lewis quickly chid in, “Yeah, yeah, who’s cooking, sister-in-law, will you cook? I haven’t had your cooking for a long ti.”
Wyatt Lewis rembered how previously his sister-in-law had cooked for his brother, but his brother didn’t appreciate it and wouldn’t eat, and the food would end up in his own stomach, and now it’s been quite a while since he last savored such delicious als.
Wyatt Lewis looked at Hope Williams with anticipation, but before Hope Williams could respond, Waylon Lewis’s cold gaze had already shot towards him sharply.
Wyatt Lewis felt a chill and instinctively swallowed, managing a stiff smile under his brother’s icy stare.
Waylon Lewis stood up, and Wyatt instinctively backed away, thinking he was about to be hit again.
But Waylon didn’t lift a hand; instead, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a well-built forearm.
Isn’t he still going to hit ?
“Bro, what are you doing?” Wyatt shrank back, asking tentatively.
“Am I going to cook for you?”
Wyatt was horrified, jumped up from his chair, grabbed Waylon’s arm, and wailed, “No, I was wrong, I won’t eat, I won’t eat anymore.”
That would be better than a beating.
Seeing Wyatt’s resistant expression, Waylon’s face darkened.
“Is my cooking not good?”
“It’s delicious, so delicious, beyond even a five-star chef’s skills, but it’s just too good for , bro!”
Wyatt blinked sincerely at Waylon, roaring inside: It’s all my fault, all my fault, okay? It was just letting your wife cook a al, why use such torture on , can’t I just shut up!
Waylon’s gaze slowly moved down to the hand Wyatt plastered against him, still tightly holding his arm; Waylon’s brow furrowed deeply, “Get off, stop disgusting .”
“Click.”
“Click.”
The sound of two cara clicks landed.
Waylon glanced sideways, only to see Hope Williams and Aria Richardson, who had taken out their phones at so point, giving them a close-up.
Waylon, slightly taller than Wyatt, who was now leaning against him and clinging to his arm, looked sowhat coquettish and a touch clingy.
Such a fantastical scene needs to be recorded.
The scene of a Domineering President and his delicate wife popped into fujoshi Aria’s mind, cough cough…
Aria wanted to slap herself awake. They are real brothers, such thoughts feel sowhat perverted…
Waylon and Wyatt both darkened their expressions, “What are you doing?”
Aria, in a panic, shoved the phone back into her pocket, coughed lightly, and glanced away, showing a caught-in-the-act type of embarrassnt.
Hope paused, then slowly put away her phone, tugging at her lips with a light smile, “Uh… you two brothers are really… loving!”
Waylon’s brow quirked up, he shoved Wyatt away with disgust, and took big strides back to Hope.
Seeing Waylon’s threatening deanor, Hope instinctively stepped back.
What now? Dostic violence?
Waylon, expressionless, fixed his gaze on Hope.
Hope, feeling a chill on her back from his stare, blinked and looked desperately at Aria for help.
Where was Aria?
Aria had already shrunk back her neck and disappeared.
Jaw clasped by the man, Hope was forced to look at Waylon.
“You… what are you trying to…” do?
Before she could finish, the man leaned down and wrapped her in his arms.
Hope was stunned.
“I only want to love you.”
Wyatt, “…”
Aria, “…”
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