She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 764: Chapter 764: Bullied Badly

Waylon Lewis held Hope Williams as they got into the car. The first thing Hope did was call Wyatt Lewis once she was seated.

The call was quickly connected, and Hope’s voice was calm, "Where are you guys now? Come back to the Lewis Family’s old mansion... Yes, bring Aria with you."

After briefly explaining, Hope hung up and called Old Lady Mrs. Knox; she’d informed them about the situation, so it was only right to let her know it was resolved to put her at ease.

Finishing the call with Mrs. Knox, Hope switched to another number and called Alitzel Williams to inform her since she’d asked about it when returning Luke, Willow, and Baby home. She was probably still worried about it now.

Waylon watched her make call after call. His lips were pressed into a thin line, silent, simply observing her quietly.

Hope finished her last call and only then noticed Waylon’s unwavering gaze on her.

She blinked and tossed the phone aside, immediately adopting a demure, dependent demeanor, snuggling into Waylon’s arms and looking up at him.

"Oh dear, Mr. Lewis, are you still angry?"

Waylon lowered his eyes, his exceptionally handsome face expressionless, "Angry with you? How could I dare?"

Hope giggled, realizing Waylon was no longer upset. If he were truly mad, he’d sulk and refuse to talk to her.

Her smile widened as she leaned in to press a quick kiss on his lips, then dashed away, "Let’s go home."

Waylon, "That’s it?"

Hope blinked.

Waylon’s gaze suddenly darkened, his strong arms scooped her up, pressing her waist towards him to deepen the kiss.

Hope’s hands supported herself against Waylon’s chest, yet she didn’t resist as the man skillfully pried open her lips.

She raised her head cooperatively, entangling with him.

"Mmm..."

The intense kiss made the air between them heat up, Hope’s body went limp under his lips, yet she defiantly wrapped her arms around his neck, responding passionately.

Suddenly...

"Click." The car’s front door opened.

Thomas Hughes caught a glimpse of what was happening in the backseat and his whole body jolted, he quickly closed the door to cover it up.

Stiffened, Thomas felt shutting the door was too conspicuous, so he again reached out to open it.

His mind buzzed, What the hell am I doing?

Hope’s whole body shook, and upon seeing Thomas, her breath hitched; instinctively, she clutched Waylon’s clothes, burying herself into his arms, too embarrassed to move.

Waylon snapped out of the romantic moment, his cool gaze landing on Thomas.

Thomas immediately ducked his head, "Sorry, Boss, Ma’am, I didn’t know... I’ll be careful next time."

Waylon raised an eyebrow but said nothing, looking down at the person in his arms, who was bold and passionate just moments before, now shrunk like a startled kitten.

Seeing her like this, Waylon suddenly smirked, letting out a low, leisurely laugh.

Hope heard Waylon teasing her, and the hands around his waist mischievously pinched him.

She bit her lip, which still held his warmth.

He actually dared to laugh at her?

Laugh it up, keep laughing.

Hearing his laughter not diminishing, Hope bit him lightly on the chest over his clothes in retaliation.

Waylon’s body jolted slightly, his dark eyes contracted.

Thomas sneaked a glance at Waylon.

With an unnatural tone, Waylon ordered, "Go back to the old mansion."

Receiving relief, Thomas didn’t delay a moment, quickly got on the car and started it smoothly. noveldrama

The partition in the car slowly rose, and sensing the car starting, Hope lifted her head, only to meet Waylon’s deep, passionate gaze.

Hope’s heart skipped a beat, feeling like she might have taken things too far.

...

Half an hour later.

The car stopped at the old mansion.

Waylon, satisfied, carried Hope out of the car. Her face was blushing red, looking as if she’d been severely teased, glaring at him in anger.

Waylon raised an eyebrow, delighted, and looked down at her, his voice deep and husky, "What’s wrong?"

What’s wrong? He dared to ask her what’s wrong?

Hope struggled with her legs, "Let me down."

Obediently, Waylon set her down, and seeing her puffed-up expression, he laughed, "You bit me, and now you’re mad?"

"Didn’t you bite back?" Hope grunted twice; her lips were nearly bitten raw, her nose almost gnawed off by him.

She just bit him once, the price she paid was huge.

Moreover, clearly, nothing could be done in the car, yet Waylon just had to keep teasing her, making her feel so embarrassed. How could she not be angry?

"Shameless."

Waylon raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Shameless?"

"Yes, you’re the most shameless."

Seeing him now looking all prim and proper, she thought he was simply the fighter among the shameless.

Waylon chuckled, "Alright, I’m shameless."

Hope didn’t bother looking at him, striding inside, with Waylon following, catching her hand.

Hope shook off, he caught; shake off, he caught; shake off, he caught...

Neither bothered, eventually, Hope reluctantly let him hold her hand.

By the time Hope and Waylon entered the living room, Wyatt Lewis and Aria Richardson were already there, along with Alitzel Williams, Christopher Lewis, and the elder Mr. Lewis.

Alitzel held Aria’s hand, speaking warmly, moved to the point Aria’s eyes were red.

Hope, "Grandpa, Mom and Dad."

Alitzel looked up, "Little Hope, Waylon, you’re back."

Wyatt looked up, gazing at Hope and Waylon, "Bro, sis-in-law."

The two nodded in acknowledgment.

Aria stood up and walked over to Hope, hugging her, "Hope, thank you all."

If it weren’t for everyone’s help, she’d still be trapped in that villa.

Hope gently patted Aria’s back, softly saying, "It’s good you’re back."

After releasing Hope, Aria noticed the redness on her cheeks and touched them, "Hope, are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?"

Hope slightly curled her lips and glanced briefly at Waylon beside her.

Waylon nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, poured himself a glass of water, and took a couple of sips.

As if nothing had happened, he remained remarkably calm.

Seeing that Hope hadn’t answered for a while, Alitzel also looked at her worriedly, "Little Hope, are you feeling unwell?"

Hope lightly coughed, "... No, it’s just a bit hot outside."

"A bit hot?"

This weather could hardly be called hot.

Waylon pulled Hope to sit beside him, "Yes, it’s a bit hot outside."

Waylon poured a glass of water for Hope, who took a few sips, hiding her embarrassment.

Just then, Isla Sue and Miac Richardson were led in by the servant, capturing everyone’s attention.

Hope breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aria."

Isla strode to Aria, looking her up and down, "Let Mom see if you’re hurt anywhere?"

Aria pursed her lips, shaking her head hastily, "Mom, I’m fine, no injuries."

"That’s good, that’s good, as long as you’re back." Isla wiped the glistening tears from her eyes and quickly bowed to Hope and the others, "Little Hope, thank you for bringing Aria back."

Hope swiftly stood, supporting Isla, "Aunt Sue, please don’t mention it, have a seat."

Isla glanced at Wyatt Lewis beside her, full of gratitude, and nodded.

Wyatt responded with a courteous smile.

Once everyone had gathered, Aria asked, "Hope, did you have something in mind when you called us all over?"