Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Does Hope Williams Have a Boyfriend?
The man was lounging on the sofa, leisurely sipping his drink, and although his gaze on her held a hint of amusent.
Hope Williams was startled, and she quickly covered herself with the bath towel wrapped around her chest, frowning, “Have you been here the whole ti?”
Waylon Lewis raised an eyebrow at her, “Yeah.”
Hope Williams lost her composure, “You were in the room, why didn’t you say anything just now?”
“Didn’t hear you.”
Bullshit.
He must be deaf then.
Waylon Lewis’s expression was indifferent, he raised his brow nonchalantly, lying without a hint of blush or skip of a heartbeat.
“…” Hope Williams really wanted to laugh out of frustration; she took her clothes and went back into the bathroom without engaging in conversation.
Then Waylon Lewis heard the sound from the bathroom of the woman forcefully pulling a cabinet over to block the door, unashadly making noise to warn him that she was on guard against him.
Waylon Lewis found it amusing, his finger curling under his lip as he chuckled quietly.
Hope Williams changed into her clothes and ca out, attracting Waylon Lewis’s attention.
His shirt on her draped down to just above her knees, revealing a pair of slender, straight legs as pale and well-proportioned as ivory; the girl had just showered, carrying the fragrance of shower gel, her exquisite and delicate face pure without blemish, a pair of bright amber eyes cool and aloof, unnervingly clean.
“Thanks for your shirt, I’ll wash it and return it to you,” said Hope Williams as she picked up a bag to put her dirty clothes in, preparing to leave.
“Knock knock…” Two knocks on the door followed by Joy Ward’s soft, weak voice, “Waylon, are you in there?”
Hope Williams, already at the door and quick on her feet, opened the intricately carved double doors.
Joy Ward saw Hope Williams and was completely taken aback, her complexion stiffening intensely as if sothing within her had suddenly collapsed.
“Hope Williams! You…”
The woman was clearly wearing a man’s shirt, the scent of post-shower freshness clinging to her, exposing a pair of pale, slender legs, her flawless face still flushed.
Was Hope Williams taking a bath in Waylon Lewis’s room? Or had they done sothing else?
Joy Ward’s face couldn’t hold composure anymore, tears dropping down with a splash, her expression of utmost grievance and despair as if a faithful wife had just caught her husband cheating with his mistress.
Hope Williams also looked sowhat embarrassed, but she really had not opened the door intending to let Joy see her together with Waylon Lewis; her cool face turned to glance at Waylon Lewis.
The man had sohow already moved behind her and, in contrast, his deanor was unashad, not showing the slightest sign of panic of a beloved catching him in the sa room with his ex-wife, not even intending to explain, simply asking in a cold voice, “Is there a problem?”
“Waylon, she?” In that mont, Joy Ward really wanted to shout out her questions, to ask if he still had feelings for this woman, she truly wanted to kill this woman right in front of him.
But she couldn’t, she didn’t dare.
His lips parted slightly, “Is there an issue?”
“Nothing, just surprised to see Miss Williams in your room, Waylon you and Miss Williams, you guys…” Joy Ward trailed off, feigning nonchalance as she shook her head, saying, “It probably isn’t what I think, I’m overthinking it, after all, Miss Williams already has a boyfriend.”
“I have a boyfriend?”
Hope Williams’s cool deanor deepened, and after a mont of thought, she understood what Joy Ward was implying with her intentional words, her voice cold and mocking, “Joy Ward, which eye of yours saw with a boyfriend?”
“Hmm?” Joy Ward covered her mouth in feigned surprise, her tearful eyes projecting innocence, “Miss Williams, isn’t Doctor Myers from the hospital your boyfriend? We all saw Doctor Myers dining with you, taking you ho, and defending you at every turn. I wouldn’t believe it if you said he’s not your boyfriend.”
“Doctor Myers?” Waylon Lewis furrowed his brow, looking at Hope Williams, the image of the woman laughing and talking with that man as they left flashed in his mind.
That man from the underground garage he saw earlier today.
“Yes, Waylon,” said Joy Ward, suppressing the turmoil in her eyes as she ca closer, hooking Waylon Lewis’s arm, clearly declaring her territory, “Waylon you know, Doctor Myers is the doctor we saw today, we all think Doctor Myers and Doctor Williams are a good match.”
Hope Williams couldn’t help but sneer inwardly; although she didn’t care about these things, she wouldn’t let Joy Ward slander her and have it her way.
“Joy Ward, you say this only to make Waylon Lewis misunderstand . Do you find it fun to play tricks and sches like a monster every day? What you value, I might not care for. Rest assured, guard it well yourself.”
Hope Williams’s delicate eyebrows raised slightly as she turned and left without hesitation.
Joy Ward, having her thoughts exposed, froze; her face stiffened as she anxiously looked towards the man. His expression was gloomy, and Joy’s heart panicked, as she squeezed a forced and guilty smile.
Waylon Lewis looked deeply at her, saying nothing.
But whether Waylon believed her or not, planting the seed of doubt was all that mattered, and that seed would inevitably take root and grow.
She watched Hope leave, thinking bitterly,
Hope Williams, don’t think you can beat .
Although Alitzel Williams despised Hope, her concern for the old master was genuine. The old master’s episode today truly gave her a fright, and she felt a sense of unease.
“Elder Murphy, I’m here to ask if there’s any chance for the old master’s condition to improve?”
Elder Murphy sighed, “The condition indeed often sends the old master into a coma. If it drags on without improvent, at best he may end up in a vegetative state, at worst…” He paused, “…another episode like this and even I would be helpless.”
Alitzel Williams clasped her hands tightly, her entire heart lifting with worry at Elder Murphy’s words.
“What do you suggest we do, Elder?” she asked.
“To save the old master, I’m afraid you must seek her out!”
“Her? Who?”
“Cynthia. She used to be the chief cardiac surgeon at the y country’s main hospital, admired by everyone. Despite her young age, she has perford more than a hundred operations with no failures. Her surgeries draw everyone’s attention, and in the dical community, she is ranked first, the Saintly Healer. I only saw her from a distance by chance once; she truly was extraordinarily talented and distinguished.”
“This individual is quite mysterious, however, protected by a powerful force, to the extent that the world hasn’t even seen her face without a mask.” Elder Murphy, highly respected in the dical community, spoke of this person with a gleaming gaze and rare admiration.
“If soone of your high regard holds her in such esteem, then she must be exceptional. But is finding this Cynthia necessary to save the old master?”
“That’s correct, she is probably the only one in the world who can save the old master.”
“Then I’ll notify Christopher imdiately to bring this Cynthia here.”
“Don’t rush, Mrs. Lewis; this person is no longer in y country, and her whereabouts are hard to find. It’s going to take so effort.”
“As long as she can save the old master, no matter where she is, our Lewis Family will find her.”
Hope was not ready to give up and still wanted to see Grandpa Lewis, but there were four bodyguards guarding his room. They saw her as an intruding enemy, drawing their guns without hesitation and commanded sternly, “Miss Williams, please leave imdiately, or we won’t be polite.”
A strong sense of helplessness surged in Hope’s eyes; it seed impossible to see Grandpa Lewis today.
Hope frowned and walked towards Wyatt Lewis’s room; she knocked on Wyatt’s door.
Wyatt quickly opened the door from inside. Seeing Hope in her outfit, his indifferent eyes took her in for a mont, his frivolous face breaking into a teasing smile, “Sister-in-law, what happened between you and my brother?”
Hope pursed her lips, “Cut it out. And stop calling sister-in-law; your brother and I are divorced now. Just call Hope Williams. Here, take this.”
Hope took out a small bottle of pills from the dicine box and handed it to Wyatt, who looked on with confusion. “If Grandpa has another episode, give him this dicine first, then call imdiately.”
“What kind of dicine is this?”
“It’s life-saving. Did you get what I just said?” Hope feared this playful man would forget.
“It’s that miraculous?” Wyatt shook the bottle of pills, “Don’t worry, from now on, I’ll carry this dicine with every day; I won’t forget, even if it kills .”
Hope looked at Wyatt’s normally nonchalant handso face turn serious and couldn’t help but find it sowhat amusing.
“Alright, I’m going.”
“Sister-in-law, let walk you out; it’s raining outside, and it’s not safe for a girl by herself.”
“No need, I drove… hey…” Hope’s words were cut off as a large hand grasped the back of her neck.
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