She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 141 - : Sleeping Together with Her

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Sleeping Together with Her

Joy Ward was trembling with fear, “Who, who are you?”

The man’s lips curled up, and the chill emanating from him deepened, “The one who saved you.”

“Why did you save me?” Joy Ward cowered in the corner; her instincts told her this man was no ordinary person, which made her subconsciously fear him all over.

“Ah…”

Joy Ward exclaimed as the man grabbed her by the neck, his face getting close to hers, “Do you hate Waylon Lewis? He only saved Hope Williams, but not you. He only has Hope Williams in his heart; do you hate her?”

The mention of this made Joy Ward’s eyes harsh; she clenched her teeth fiercely, “I hate, of course, I hate, it’s all that bitch’s fault, all her fault.”

“Do you want revenge?”

Yes, she certainly did; she dreamed every day of how to kill Hope Williams.

That bitch was always so lucky, always slipping through the cracks.

Everyone was helping her, everyone.

How could she not hate?

“I’ll help you…” The man paused, then whispered menacingly in her ear, “What if we kill her?”

Joy Ward’s pupils constricted, “You’re willing to help me?”

“Yes, the price is to become my woman.” Weston Morris’s fingers traced over Joy Ward’s lips, but his eyes flashed with disgust.

“You… okay, I agree, as long as you can help me kill Hope Williams, I agree to anything.”

Weston Morris curled his lips in a cold smile, “Good girl, then strip.”

Joy Ward bit her lip hard; she had nothing left, and to be able to kill Hope Williams, she could give up everything.

After all, she had seen this man before, the unloved eldest son of the Morris family.

Even though he was unloved, he was still a member of the Morris family. By becoming his, she would be Mrs. Morris in the future, and Hope Williams would only deserve to be stepped under her feet.

With that thought, Joy Ward unhesitatingly stripped off her clothes one by one, standing naked in front of the man. She seductively hooked her hand around the man’s neck, enticingly seducing him as she pressed her lips to his, “Young Master Morris, let me serve you tonight.”

The man blocked her approaching lips with his hand, chuckling while hooking Joy Ward’s chin, “Exactly as saucy as I like.”

“Then, Young Master Morris…”

The man’s voice drowned hers out as he shouted, “Come in.”

Suddenly, several men entered from outside.

Joy Ward was still completely naked; the man actually called other men in. Joy Ward quickly grabbed her clothes to cover herself, frowning at him, “What are you doing?”

“To satisfy you with men, my Mrs. Morris.” The man hooked his finger with a mocking smile, coldly signaling the men behind him to come forward. They immediately pressed her onto the bed, one on each side.

Joy Ward stared in disbelief, “What, what are you going to do?”

Weston Morris stood up, smiling at her like a devil filled with excitement.

“Begin.”

The men by Joy Ward’s side immediately pressed down on her, and she suddenly felt something pushing against her below. She desperately struggled and screamed, crawling to Weston Morris’s side, “Didn’t you say you’d make me your woman?”

“I will give you the status of Mrs. Morris, but what are you to deserve my touch?” Weston Morris flung Joy Ward away, his eyes full of nothing but disdain and mockery.

Joy Ward was dragged back to the bed by several burly men.

“Ah…” Without any foreplay, she was harshly taken.

An endless sense of humiliation engulfed her completely.

The man standing in front of her was hooked with a merciless, cruel smile, watching her disarray.

Joy Ward clenched her teeth fiercely; her body was manipulated at will, and she directed all her hate towards Hope Williams.

She swore not to rest until she killed Hope Williams.

Hope Williams got up early, left her room, and intended to wake Luke and Willow up. However, she discovered that the study door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, she saw a man busily working inside, still in the clothes from last night, clearly having not rested all night.

Hope Williams furrowed her brows and knocked on the door.

Waylon Lewis felt the chill as he was disturbed, his eyes landed on the woman at the door, and the chill instantly dissipated, “Come in.”

“Didn’t you sleep last night?” Hope Williams walked up to him.

Waylon Lewis smoothly pulled the woman onto his lap, his hand hooking around her slender waist, “Hmm, some work needed to be handled and it took till late.”

Hope Williams looked at the redness in Waylon’s eyes, feeling a pang of heartache. She gently massaged his temples with her fingers and said seriously, “You can’t keep doing this. Don’t you know staying up late is harmful to your health?”

Waylon hugged the woman in his arms tighter. Her faint cold fragrance filled his nostrils and he smiled, “I know.”

“You know and yet you still do it. Look at you, thinking you’re all tough,” Hope was a bit annoyed, “Is it finished now?”

“Finished?”

“Then go to sleep,” Hope said, leaving no room for argument.

Waylon quietly gazed at the woman’s face, his eyes growing increasingly warm. He couldn’t resist and kissed her soft lips.

Hope pushed him away, “I’m talking about serious matters here, don’t kiss me. Go to sleep.”

Waylon’s deep velvety voice chuckled helplessly, “Alright, as you wish.”

Waylon easily stood up while holding Hope.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Join me for a little sleep.”

“No,” Hope refused, “I still need to send Luke and Willow to school.”

“Let Wyatt handle it,” Waylon said as he carried Hope into the bedroom.

“I have to go to work,” Hope desperately searched for excuses, but the man simply laid her on the bed, pulled up the covers, and squeezed in beside her.

“Just two hours, okay?” Waylon held her tighter, as if that was the only way he could relax enough to sleep.

Hope, feeling helpless yet content, nestled in his arms, “Just two hours, no backing out.”

“Okay,” Waylon had already closed his eyes.

Although Hope woke up almost immediately, Waylon quickly fell asleep. Seeing that he was genuinely tired, Hope didn’t have the heart to disturb him, so she just lay beside him obediently.

Two hours later, Waylon woke up right on time, looking down to see the woman who obviously couldn’t sleep but stayed in his arms nonetheless.

Waylon’s gaze was tender.

Noticing his look, Hope raised her head, “You woke up so soon?”

“Mhm, I slept well.”

“Sleeping well after just two hours?”

“We could sleep a bit longer,” Waylon said smiling, leaning in.

Hope raised her hand to block his kiss, his warm lips landed on the palm of her hand, sending a tingling sensation through her. She quickly withdrew her hand and shook her head, “No, I really have to go to work now.”

Hope pushed herself up from the bed, seeing her hurry, Waylon didn’t make it difficult for her any further.

Hope changed into her clothes, and Waylon also dressed in a suit. They came out of their respective rooms at the same time.

Today, Hope was in a white casual suit, her black hair tied in a low ponytail. Her delicate face was makeup-free but still stunning.

Waylon was in a black, bespoke suit, his tall stature radiating an undeniable aura of nobility.

Arm in arm, a stark contrast between black and white, Waylon led Hope downstairs, the servants all feeling that these two perfectly complemented each other.

“Luke and Willow have been taken to school, right?”

“Wyatt took them, but I heard that Luke and Willow were a bit resistant to going.”

“Resistant to school?”

Hope frowned, “Why would that be? They used to love going to school.”

Luke and Willow liked the lively atmosphere and making friends; it was odd for them to resist school.

“It might be due to Willow’s mental state.”

Hope’s brow furrowed deeper, “I’ll go pick them up in the afternoon and ask their teacher then, see if something happened.”

“Okay.”

“Brother Waylon,” Mia Fuller paused, “Sister Hope, you’re here too?”

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