She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 84 - : Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, Remarry

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, Remarry

Hope Williams gathered her thoughts, her voice chilly, “What now, President Lewis? Are you here to seek justice for Joy Ward?”

“…”

The man didn’t speak, and all Hope could feel was the intense gaze of his deep, dark eyes boring into her, as if he was trying to see through her body and into the depths of her soul.

Hope’s butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt a tightness in her chest. The day’s events had indeed exhausted her; she didn’t want to say anything, and at this moment, she didn’t want to deal with Waylon Lewis either.

Towards this man, she could never resort to behaving like Joy Ward, manipulating and feigning pity for sympathy. Perhaps she shouldn’t have asked that question today.

But deep down, she had wanted Waylon Lewis to believe her, so she asked.

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The result left her disappointed.

When he didn’t trust her, she admitted to herself that she hadn’t wanted to explain or provide evidence because she was acting petulantly.

In the dark corner of her soul, she hoped that Waylon Lewis would one day regret his distrust towards her.

Silence filled the hospital room, and Hope closed her eyes deeply, “If you want to stand, then stand. I’m tired…”

Before Hope’s words even finished, a strong arm locked around her waist.

Startled, in the darkness the man leaned over her and his cool, thin lips covered hers, prying open her teeth, seeking her sweetness, almost intertwined.

The strong, familiar scent enveloped her whole body, and Hope’s heart felt like it was about to burst from her chest.

She was completely stunned.

When she finally recovered and tried to push back against the man’s strong chest with her hands,

Her feeble resistance was futile against the strength of the robust man; her attempts only made him more ardent.

“Mmm… Waylon Lewis!”

With her breath completely stolen, Hope finally found a chance to breathe, only to be kissed yet again.

She couldn’t withstand his frenzy tonight, and after fruitless struggles, she acquiesced to his kisses.

Unintentionally, tears began to form at the corners of her eyes, and a metallic taste flooded her mouth as their lips and teeth clashed.

Hope bit down on Waylon’s lower lip, biting hard as if to make him hurt just as she did.

Waylon held her neck, not allowing her to escape, letting her bite him while he relentlessly kissed her, giving her no space to breathe.

They were like lovers who had been apart for too long, filled with bitterness and love, determined to hurt each other in order to soothe their own inner pain until they were appeased.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and the faint sound of her sobbing finally brought Waylon back to his senses, willing to let her go.

In the darkness, Waylon bent forward, his arm still around her waist, and Hope tensed as they locked eyes, both too quiet to speak.

The silence lingered for a while.

The man slowly lowered his head and nestled in the crook of her neck, his breaths flowing in delicate bursts along her throat.

Hope dared not move, the calm after the storm lasting who knew how long.

“Hope Williams.”

The man’s hoarse voice sounded, “Promise me you won’t get in any more trouble.”

He had never been as afraid of losing her as he was today.

The way she was earlier had scared him breathless.

Hope’s eyelashes trembled slightly, the kiss seeming to alter their relationship subtly.

Hope couldn’t understand this man at all now, what he was really doing; his sudden impulse and care lightly stirred her heartstrings.

She tried to curve her lips into a smile, her voice choked, “Waylon Lewis, are you concerned about me?”

“Yes, concerned about you.”

His rich voice fell, causing a tremor in Hope’s heart.

“So promise me, don’t get in trouble again, I can’t handle it.”

Hope blinked gently, staring into the man’s dark eyes, a shadow of despondency falling across her as she thought of something, eventually choosing to look away.

“Does it really matter to you if I get in trouble or not? Concerned about me? By what right are you concerned about me, Waylon Lewis?”

The hand that Waylon had around her waist tightened slightly.

Hope pushed against Waylon, extremely uncomfortable with their overly intimate position, feeling the oppressive force of the man that made her hold her breath.

But he remained immovable, like a mountain.

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Hope clenched her teeth.

“If you have nothing to say, President Lewis, you can leave. I need to rest.”

“If needing a reason to care about you requires a title, then let’s get remarried.”

The man’s sudden statement made Hope’s heart skip a beat, almost doubting her own ears, but in the quiet hospital room where one could hear the other’s soft breathing, the voice resonated again near her ear, leaving no chance for mistake.

“You’re joking!”

Having dismissed the possibility of a misunderstanding, Hope could only cling to that reasoning.

Her body moved slightly, and the next second she was swept up in a princess carry and carried briskly out.

Hope was dumbfounded.

“Waylon Lewis, what are you doing?”

“Civil affairs office.”

Hope’s heart skipped again.

Absolutely insane.

He was proving with actions whether he was joking or not.

“Put me down, I didn’t agree to remarry you.”

“The reason?”

The reason she didn’t agree to remarry.