She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 513: Believe in Waylon Lewis

The fatty’s outstretched hand was caught by Waylon Lewis in one swift motion, creating a "crack" sound.

The fatty let out a series of howls.

Suddenly, everyone in the private room sobered up considerably.

"Presi... President Lewis... You, it hurts, hurts, hurts..."

Waylon Lewis’s expression was cold and menacing, immediately filling the spacious private room with an intense chill.

"Boss?" Elias Patel saw the scene and quickly stepped forward to intervene, but was stopped by a cold glance from Waylon Lewis.

"I love it when my wife is in charge of me, I love spoiling her, what about it? Do you have a problem with that?"

The people in the room looked at each other and realized the gravity of the situation upon seeing the expression on Waylon Lewis’s face and quickly shook their heads.

Waylon Lewis glanced coldly at the fatty in front of him, his eyes filled with barely concealed anger. He spoke coldly, "The collaboration between Lewis Clan and Foster Clan ends here. I don’t want to see any Foster Clan projects at Lewis Clan ever again."

The fatty, whose wrist had been snapped, widened his eyes, forgetting to howl.

Thomas Hughes, who was accustomed to such scenes, immediately stepped forward to hand over a handkerchief. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

What was he thinking, mentioning the Boss’s wife in front of him? It was simply asking for a beating.

Waylon Lewis wiped his hands while stepping out of the private room.

The gaze of everyone inside the room shifted, and they all bowed their heads.

Elias Patel was in a state of shock.

She had never expected that Waylon Lewis would terminate the cooperation with Foster Clan just because President Foster had made a few unsavory comments about Hope Williams.

Waylon Lewis’s attitude was enough to prove how much he valued Hope Williams.

He really couldn’t bear to let her be wronged even the slightest bit.

With mixed feelings, Elias Patel still grabbed her belongings and quickly followed after Waylon.

"Bo..." Thomas Hughes quickly sent a look to Elias Patel, stopping her from what she was about to say.

Since Thomas Hughes had been drinking, Elias Patel took over driving.

After Hope Williams ushered Luke and Willow to bed, she took a blanket to cover herself and leaned on the sofa, yawning.

When Waylon Lewis returned, he saw a small figure leaning on the sofa. Her eyes were slightly closed; she appeared to be asleep.

Waylon Lewis lowered his footsteps and walked over, turned around to take off his suit, throwing it on the sofa, then unbuttoned two cuffs and bent over, his gaze falling on Hope Williams’s sleeping face.

Seeing her body shrink slightly, Waylon Lewis gently stretched out his hand and picked her up.

Hope Williams hadn’t fallen into a deep sleep. Her bright eyes slowly opened, and the first thing she saw was the handsome face of the man close at hand.

"Did I wake you?"

Hope Williams rubbed her eyes, "I wasn’t really asleep anyway."

"Why did you fall asleep in the living room?"

Hope Williams, too lazy to move, snuggled into his embrace, looped her hands around his shoulders, and nestled against him, "I was waiting for you to come back."

A flicker of distress passed through Waylon Lewis’s eyes.

Elias Patel’s gaze lowered, "Boss, Madam, Thomas and I will head back first."

"Mmh."

Hope Williams had not noticed that Elias Patel and Thomas were there.

Hope Williams’s expression changed subtly.

"Put me down."

Hope Williams got down from Waylon Lewis’s arms and looked towards Elias Patel.

Elias Patel wore an unassailable smile, her gaze as serene as could be. She gave Hope Williams a polite nod of the head and then turned to leave.

Waylon Lewis keenly sensed the change in Hope Williams’s expression, "What’s wrong?"

Hope Williams took a good look at Waylon Lewis. The man before her had eyebrows like swords and eyes like stars, extraordinarily handsome. Even though he had drunk quite a bit, he didn’t look the least bit disheveled and still appeared remarkably dignified.

Waylon Lewis was undoubtedly a fine man, and such men never lacked women flocking to them.

Hope Williams had seen enough of this. Perhaps Elias Patel had feelings for Waylon Lewis, but she couldn’t stop these admirations as long as Elias didn’t act out of line. Hope Williams wouldn’t interfere.

She also trusted Waylon Lewis.

But if Elias Patel did step out of line, Hope Williams would not ignore it.

Thinking this, Hope Williams felt some relief in her heart and shook her head, not asking the question that had come to her lips.

"It’s nothing. You’ve been drinking; do you want me to make you some soup to sober up?"

Waylon Lewis hugged the woman into his arms and headed upstairs. "Don’t fuss, you’ve been tired all day. Go back to your room and rest. I’ll take a shower and then come keep you company."

Hope Williams nodded, "Okay."

Hope Williams was indeed tired today, with a heap of things to do and having to compete with Luna Williams, her heart felt weary.

Touching the bed, she did not want to move, but Hope Williams still resisted the sleepiness, waiting for Waylon Lewis to shower and get into bed, then she snuggled into his arms.

A scent of shower gel came wafting over her, and Hope Williams closed her eyes, comfortably nestling in his embrace.

Waylon Lewis wrapped his arms tightly around the tender little woman, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. His eyes were full of both distress and helplessness; she was clearly too tired to even keep her eyes open, yet she had waited for him before she would sleep.

Waylon Lewis stroked her smooth, soft cheek with his hand, bending down to kiss her forehead.

How could he bear to come home late and make her wait?

The next day.

Hope Williams had set her alarm for seven o’clock, but for some reason, it didn’t go off.

She ended up sleeping until eight-thirty, the sunlight streaming through the window onto her face. Hope Williams suddenly jolted awake.

"What time is it?"

But then she was pulled back into an embrace, "Six o’clock, sleep a bit more."

Waylon Lewis, with his eyes still closed, held the woman tightly to him.

Hope Williams, still in a half-dream, half-awake state, lingered in Waylon Lewis’s arms for a while before she began to doubt the truth of his words.

"How can it be so bright at six in the morning?!" Hope Williams fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, squinting as she turned it on. The display starkly showed it was half-past eight!