She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 707: Chapter 707: Still Prefer Being Certified

Hope Williams spoke briefly, and once she finished, she turned away with Alitzel Williams.

Alitzel hummed a tune while walking, clearly in a good mood.

"Little Hope, do you think we should deliver the engagement gifts to the Richardson Family early?"

Once again mentioning the engagement gifts, Hope sighed slightly.

"Mom, aren’t you being too hasty?"

Alitzel pondered carefully, "I feel that that boy Wyatt Lewis won’t focus unless pressured, and the boy from the Knox Family is still watching; it’s fierce competition."

Hope was amused and exasperated, "I think this matter can’t be rushed, Mom, after all, Aria and Mr. Knox haven’t parted ways yet. If we hurry to deliver the gifts, it would be a bit inappropriate. Let’s wait a little longer. You have to trust Wyatt; he’s quite serious about this.

Besides, things concerning relationships should progress steadily. Being too hasty can backfire."

Alitzel found some sense in Hope’s words, so she agreed to follow her advice and put off preparing the engagement gifts for now.

Alitzel sighed with worry, hoping that boy Wyatt Lewis would show some effort.

The two exited the mall as a familiar black car drove up from afar, stopped, and a tall, elegant figure emerged from the subtly luxurious vehicle.

Dressed in an expensive black suit, pressed without the slightest crease.

With features deep and stern, and an aura naturally formidable and imposing.

Alitzel shook her head and chuckled; she had only taken Hope out for three hours, yet her son had eagerly come to the mall.

Hope was a bit surprised as she watched Waylon Lewis walk towards her, "What are you doing here?"

"To pick you up." Waylon raised his hand, and his warm palm landed on top of her head, "Still want to shop around?"

Hope shook her head, her face turning even gentler, "No, we were just planning to head back."

"Tsk, tsk, you forget your mom once you have a wife." Feeling neglected, Alitzel couldn’t help but chatter.

Hope and Waylon exchanged a glance, and Hope chuckled, reaching over to hold Alitzel’s arm.

"Mom, how could I forget you?"

"Don’t bother explaining for him, I’m used to it." Alitzel played coy, waving her hand, "Alright, alright, you two head back, I won’t disturb you little lovebirds."

With that, Alitzel got into the car behind them.

Waylon opened the car door, escorting Hope inside, "What’s up with her today?"

"Hmm? You mean Mom?"

"Yeah."

"Not much, really."

"She seems in high spirits, like she’s returning from a victory."

Hope smiled, her lips curving slightly, "Get in the car, I’ll tell you slowly."

"Alright."

The two got in the car, which started up smoothly and headed back to the Lewis Family house.

...

All the way, Wyatt Lewis carried Aria Richardson out of the mall. She struggled to no avail, using her purse to cover her face.

The peculiar posture attracted constant gazes from people in the bustling mall.

Aria even heard some people pause and talk.

Wyatt opened the car door, loading Aria inside, where she pushed against him forcefully, "Wyatt Lewis! Everyone’s watching, and you just..."

Wyatt propped his hand on the car door, gazing at her nonchalantly, "Everyone’s watching, what am I doing?"

Aria pursed her lips, "Everyone’s watching, and you’re carrying me out like a bandit. I have no face left!"

"A bandit?"

Wyatt’s lips curved, an amusing word indeed.

He chuckled softly, "Playing a bandit for once isn’t bad."

Aria didn’t catch it, "What did you say?"

"Nothing."

Aria sighed with some frustration, pushing her lips together. She stood up to get out of the car.

Wyatt held up his hand to stop her, "Where are you going? Back to bicker with them? You have quite the tolerance, getting scolded by that old woman for so long and still enduring."

Aria took a deep breath, "Should I rush up and tear her apart?"

Wyatt nodded, "Sounds like a good idea."

"But she’s still an elder. If I treat an elder that way, won’t you find me rude, ill-mannered, violent, vulgar, and off-putting?"

Wyatt arched his brows, flicking Aria’s forehead lightly, "Who said off-putting? I like you just this way; if she bullies you, it’s only right for you to retaliate. What’s so special about being an elder? Do elders have the privilege to bully others?"

Aria blinked and paused for two seconds.

Wyatt’s statement ’I like you just this way’ echoed in her ears. noveldrama

"Next time, just retaliate; worst case, I’ll stand in for any trouble."

Aria lifted her gaze, meeting Wyatt’s fiery eyes. A sudden wave of soreness surged in her throat, a warm mist gathered in her eyes, blurry with emotion.

She compressed her lips, softly saying, "Thank you."

Wyatt raised a brow lightly, "Thank me for what?"

"...Thank you for helping me today and saying those words."

"Oh, in that case, your thank you lacks sincerity." Wyatt chuckled lightly.

Aria pursed her lips, "What do you mean by sincerity?"

"I’m alone tonight; keep me company."

"You!" Aria immediately crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him warily, "Sleep with you?"

Wyatt’s mouth twitched, his expression somewhat solemn, "In your eyes, I’m nothing but a shameless scoundrel."

"What else could you want me to do at night?"

"You’ve only got filth in your head, huh? Play games with me, games — what are you thinking all day?"

Games?

Aria’s face instantly flushed red, awkwardly curling her lips, "Oh, just games... Alright... alright."

Wyatt chuckled, "Sleeping together... you really can come up with that."

Aria’s eyes widened instantly, hurriedly grabbing his clothes and clamping her hand over his mouth.

"Stop talking."

Wyatt hadn’t expected to be pulled forward, instantly bending down, bringing them very close. Eyes met, and a strange atmosphere spread between them.

Aria’s eyes were wide.

The people passing by might have thought the man was bending into the car to kiss the woman.

At such a close distance, Aria distinctly felt her heartbeat accelerating.

The atmosphere heated up steadily.

Realizing what happened, Aria quickly released Wyatt, her face as red as a monkey’s behind.

Wyatt froze, keeping his earlier stance, his gaze resting on Aria’s flushed face, a sudden urge to kiss her rising in his eyes.

But he held back.

After a moment, he chuckled, his handsome face showing calmness.

"It wouldn’t be impossible, but not just sleeping — I prefer being qualified for the job."

Aria dared not meet Wyatt’s gaze.

But internally, she took in his words again.

Qualified for the job?!

Seeing Aria filled with embarrassment, Wyatt stopped teasing her, shutting the car door, and got in from the opposite side.

...

Following Hope’s advice, Alexander Knox investigated the incident thoroughly.

He questioned store clerks and checked surveillance.

Realizing it was his own mother causing trouble for Aria Richardson again, Alexander felt increasingly apologetic towards her.

On the way back, Alexander Knox kept silent, exuding an aura of unapproachability.

Even the assistant up front was careful in breathing, afraid of angering the man behind.

The car returned to the Knox Family estate.

Alexander got out, coldly instructing the assistant, "Find out where Wyatt Lewis took Aria!"

The assistant nodded quickly, "Yes."

"Alexander, you’re back."

Walking into the living room, Alexander Knox traced the voice to Lily Armstrong, who was dining with his parents.

Lily Armstrong greeted him with a lovely smile, "Alexander, you’re back just in time; dinner’s ready, and your mother isn’t upset anymore. She was just mentioning you."

Alexander gave Lily a cold glance.

Though Lily hadn’t done much in this affair, she was the one who stirred things up about the clothing and said some degrading things about Aria.

Lily was startled by Alexander’s glare.

It was apparent; Alexander Knox was angry.

"Alexander, what’s wrong?"