Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Being Affectionate with the Boyfriend, Having a Good Chat
“What’s wrong?”
Upon hearing this, Benjamin Myers’ expression stiffened, and a mont of tension flashed through his usually composed eyes.
Hope Williams pursed her lips, lowered her gaze to arrange the dical records in her hands, and sighed.
“Haven’t you felt the rage value of thousands of girls going off the charts, just shy of coming over and stabbing for venting?”
Hope Williams joked, making a throat-slitting gesture, to which Benjamin Myers could only smile helplessly, “Don’t overthink it, I would protect you even then.”
“…” Hope Williams blinked, not knowing how to respond.
“Doctor Myers, there will be a postoperative consultation later, the chief asked you to co over and give so advice.”
“Alright, I’ll be right there,” Benjamin nodded.
“Go ahead, don’t keep the patients waiting.”
“Make sure you apply the dication,” Benjamin Myers reminded.
Hope Williams put the dicinal alcohol into her own pocket, relieved, and was about to correct a few issues she spotted on the dical record, when she heard several uncontrollable exclamations in the hospital.
“Ah, ah, ah…so…so handso…”
“My gosh, you guys, look at that man coming over here, my goodness, he’s too handso.”
“This must be a celestial being, I just thought Doctor Myers was handso enough to slap in the face, but this man is simply heart-shakingly handso.”
“It’s not just about being handso; it’s this aura, this aura. He didn’t even look at , but why do I feel my legs going weak under this intense pressure?”
“Ah, ah, ah, this is totally cheating; I’m going to faint from his handsoness. Handso guy, co give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”
“Help! Help! He must be a god descended from heaven, he’s too handso.”
Hearing these exclamations, Hope Williams chuckled softly, shaking her head,—a god descended from heaven, that’s quite an exaggeration.
Just as she wanted to see what this so-called godlike man looked like, she looked up and saw Waylon Lewis’ face, eting his unfathomably deep eyes.
!!!
A god?
Maybe check your vision at the optotrist.
This is clearly a soul harvester!
Hope Williams’ hand, holding the pen, paused there, and for a mont, all other sounds receded from her ears, leaving only silence and the man approaching her.
The man wore a pure black, bespoke suit; the light cast upon him highlighted his robust and erect figure, his fine brows, high nose bridge, and noble, slightly pursed lips, like the depths of a deep pool in his eyes.
That cold, unapproachable deanor carried such an intimidating pressure, making him unapproachable, yet that overly dazzling handso face made it impossible to look away.
Hope Williams regained her composure, and she couldn’t deny that Waylon Lewis was devilishly handso, with an inherent noble aura that emitted a soul-stirring pressure, enough to make any woman rush towards him, and relish in his presence.
That was how Hope Williams had felt back then.
Hope Williams slightly tugged at the cool corner of her lips, closed the dical record in her hands, and turned to leave.
Why Waylon Lewis appeared in the hospital was clear to her—Joy Ward was hospitalized, and naturally, he would personally take care of his beloved. Yet, this mont should have been his busiest ti at the company. When she had been sick before, calling him always found him busy, only sending Thomas Hughes to check on her and offer so consolation. But now… Ha! It sure was different for his darling.
Hope Williams let out a breath, feeling sothing oppressive over her heart that suddenly made it hard to breathe.
Enough already, just thinking about these things still hit a sore spot for Hope Williams.
Hope Williams inwardly scolded her own helplessness.
She was about to head back to her office when suddenly two black-suited bodyguards wearing Lewis Family uniforms appeared in front of her.
Hope Williams’ body stiffened sharply.
“Miss Williams, the Boss requests your presence.”
Hope Williams held her breath, not planning to pay any attention, but the bodyguards showed no intention of letting her go.
“Please,” the bodyguard lifted his hand expressionlessly.
Hope Williams pulled the corner of her mouth in disbelief; the people of the Lewis Family, like Waylon Lewis, were always cold and commanding, their stance and this polite “please” were hardly related.
Hope Williams tugged at the corner of her mouth and turned around.
They weren’t far apart, just a few ters, and could clearly see each other’s expressions. Hope Williams’ hand involuntarily tightened in her pocket. His cold, scrutinizing gaze seed to pierce through her, as if he intended to see straight through to her soul.
She took a deep breath, stepped up to the man a head taller than her, her beautiful face bearing an impeccable smile, and asked in an easy tone, “President Lewis, what a coincidence, are you here to see Joy? How is her sickness…”
“It’s not a coincidence, I’m here for you!”
“For ? What for?” Hope Williams’ eyebrows arched.
The deep voice sounded again.
“Co with .”
Hope Williams frowned in refusal, “I’m busy.”
“You’re busy? Ha.”
His voice carried disdain and mockery.
Suddenly, the man raised his hand and pulled her into his arms.
The unexpected collision made Hope Williams tremble, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, panicked for a brief mont, as exclamations from around and her body’s instincts made her desperately try to push the man away.
But this resistance seed utterly trivial in the man’s view.
His grip tightened slightly, pressing Hope Williams even closer to him.
Hope Williams gritted her teeth in anger.
“Waylon Lewis, I’ve realized you really have a problem. What do you an by this? Huh? Embracing and cuddling with your ex-wife in public, not afraid of word reaching Joy Ward?”
Hope Williams fixed her gaze on Waylon Lewis.
Waylon Lewis’ lips curled slightly; his eyes like deep pools, devoid of any smile.
The man’s cold voice sounded again, as if ant to freeze everything, “I didn’t see you being busy, chatting cozily with your boyfriend, all lovey-dovey.”
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