She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 583: Stingy Lewis, You’re Incredible

"Come closer, I’ll tell you."

Hope didn’t think too much and foolishly leaned her face forward.

Waylon Lewis was very satisfied. Suddenly, he raised his hand, pressed the back of her head, tilted his chin slightly, and kissed her lips.

Hope’s mouth was still sweet from the lingering taste of fruit, which Waylon greedily took away.

When he finally let go, Hope remained frozen in place.

"Not bad. Really sweet."

Seeing Hope’s expression, a mixture of feeling deceived and bullied, Waylon chuckled silently.

"You!"

Hope bit her lower lip.

Looking at his outrageously handsome face with that smug look of satisfaction, Hope puffed up in anger and leaned forward to bite his chin out of revenge.

"Ouch!"

Hope lifted her head proudly. "Hmph! Serves you right for teasing me."

Waylon laughed lightly, not angry at all; instead, he looked as if he was enjoying himself. His large hand gently brushed Hope’s hair as he said, "Go ahead, punish me more."

Hope blinked. "Back to the topic we were discussing earlier."

Waylon was thoroughly enjoying Hope’s jealous tantrum and playfulness. He picked up a document from the table and handed it to her.

"What’s this?"

Waylon raised an eyebrow. "Look."

Hope took it. The document was entirely about Ansen.

Waylon watched her expressions change bit by bit, his eyes filled with amusement.

"You’ve... been handling the matter with Ansen!?"

Waylon didn’t deny it.

Hope furrowed her brows. No wonder Elias Patel hadn’t approached her about any work issues recently.

So... Waylon had been handling things for her, which made her workload unusually light.

Hope shifted her gaze to Waylon’s face, only to meet his amused eyes. Her stare gradually dropped to his chin, landing on her masterpiece.

The clearly visible reddish teeth mark on his chin stood out.

Feeling guilty, Hope reached out her small hand to gently rub it while letting out an awkward laugh. "Does it... still hurt?"

It hadn’t hurt much to begin with, but since Hope asked, it might as well hurt now.

"Hmm."

As she gently rubbed his chin, Hope muttered, "That’s what you get for teasing me. But... thank you, you’ve worked hard."

Waylon pecked her lips lightly. "Don’t say thank you."

Hope propped herself up on Waylon’s shoulder. "Then, if I want to show gratitude, what should I say?"

"Don’t say anything. Do something that makes me happy."

Hope thought for a moment and then picked up a grape, offering it to Waylon’s mouth. "Is it sweet?"

"Hmm."

Hope gave him a kiss on the cheek. "There, are you happy now?"

"Pfft..." Waylon glanced at the fruit platter and snorted. "Not happy. Earlier, you were only focused on Thomas Hughes."

Hope glared at him, suddenly realizing, "So that’s why you made Thomas eat ten pounds of fruit—to get back at him! Stingy Lewis, you’re something else."

Waylon pulled the woman in his arms closer, lifting his chin slightly and speaking matter-of-factly, "My wife cut the fruit herself. Why should anyone else have it?"

"Nanny Johnson cut it."

Hope tried to keep a straight face, pretending to tease him.

"..."

Waylon retorted, "You served it yourself."

Hope couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. "You truly live up to your nickname, Stingy Lewis."

"Good that you know."

Absolutely unapologetic!

Hope simply picked up the fruit platter and offered him another piece. "Fine, Stingy Lewis—eat more."

Waylon smiled subtly. Fruit fed by his wife tasted indescribably sweeter.

The two finished the whole plate of fruit, finally feeling content.

"That’s it. Let’s go to bed; I’m tired."

"Okay." Waylon picked Hope up, ready to leave.

Hope struggled out of his arms.

Waylon raised his eyebrows slightly. "What’s wrong?"

"Mom and Dad, and Luke and Willow are all around. It would be awkward if they saw us." Hope held Waylon’s hand. "Let’s just go like this. Come on."

Waylon shook his head with a quiet laugh.

Turns out Hope’s concern was valid. As they left the study, Alitzel Williams happened to be passing by with Luke and Willow.

"Daddy, Mommy." Luke and Willow greeted them.

Hope smiled slightly. "It’s late. Go back to your rooms and sleep."

Alitzel glanced at the couple and also advised, "You two as well. Rest early. Little Hope is still pregnant—don’t stay up too late messing around."

Though the words were addressed to Hope, Alitzel’s eyes stayed fixed on Waylon, warning him.

Waylon nodded briefly. "Okay."

At that moment, Willow, ever perceptive, stepped forward. "Daddy, why is your chin all red?"

Hearing Willow mention his chin, Hope looked up nervously. Thankfully, the bite mark had faded, leaving only a bit of redness—not enough to trace it back to her.

"Mm. I got bitten by a cat."

Waylon started spouting nonsense.

"A cat? Where’s the cat?" Willow’s eyes lit up at the mention of a cat.

Waylon’s gaze drifted meaningfully to Hope.

Luke and Willow followed Waylon’s line of sight, staring at Hope curiously with wide eyes full of intrigue.

Hope gritted her teeth and stealthily pinched Waylon’s waist.

Only then did Waylon obediently shift his gaze back and continue fabricating. "It ran away!"

"Ran away? Oh well. Daddy, since you got bitten by a cat, remember to get a rabies shot," Luke said seriously.

"You sure know a lot."

"Of course. When Mommy got bitten by a dog before, Luke looked it up online specifically."

Hope gasped, her eyes widening. These two little ones—how are they still bringing up something from so long ago!

"Bitten by a dog?" Waylon raised his eyebrows and looked at Hope. "What kind of dog bites on the lips?"

Hope froze slightly, her beautiful face stiffening with an awkward smile.

"Uh... Luke, Willow, it’s late. You should go to sleep now. I’ll take your dad to get his rabies vaccine, okay?"

With that, Hope hurriedly dragged Waylon’s hand and fled to their bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, Hope tried to make a run for it, but Waylon grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back, pinning her against the door.

"So, tell me—which dog was so vicious that it bit your lips?" His deep, magnetic voice whispered dangerously near her ear.

"That dog..." It was you!

"That dog wouldn’t happen to be me, would it?"

"Waylon Lewis!"

"Hmm?"

"You’re too clever for your own good!"

Waylon, "..."

Williams Family.

Luna Williams returned to her room, curled up by the bedside hugging her knees, and let bitterness rage in her heart.

Why does Jade Bell favor Hope so much? She knows nothing yet somehow assumes I’m worse at managing the company!

Angry tears streamed as Luna continued crying.

A beautiful hand stretched beside her, holding a clean handkerchief.

Luna looked up, meeting Ted Williams’s deep gaze.

Seeing this unpredictable figure, Luna’s tears instantly dried. "Why you? How did you get in?"

Ted straightened up, his tone cold. "The door was open."

Luna hastily wiped her face and stood up from the floor.

"Here to watch me suffer? Get out!" Luna pointed at the doorway, her voice icy.

Ted raised an eyebrow and smirked without a word.

"Tell me—why are you crying?"

Luna glared at Ted, her gaze filled with venom. He seemed utterly oblivious, nonchalantly choosing a nearby chair and sitting down.

With his elegant legs crossed, he appeared relaxed, his usual composed demeanor paired with a faint smile. At first glance, he seemed like a caring older brother ready to hear out his downtrodden sibling.

Had this been in the past, Luna might’ve been fooled by his exterior. But now, she knew his true nature. His visit undoubtedly had an ulterior motive.

"What are you up to again?"