She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 531: Planning to Murder Your Own Husband?

Scenes of home invasion from TV dramas involuntarily flashed across her mind, as well as those two assassins disguised as bodyguards when she was previously in City A.

Her heart pounded nervously, and as that figure approached her steadily, Hope Williams’s heart rate escalated to her throat.

Her hand instinctively reached for the pistol hidden in the cabinet for self-defense.

Just as the person reached her bedside, Hope Williams quickly sat up, pointing the dark muzzle of the gun at that person.

But in the next second, the man bent down and pressed on her, his hand instantly seizing her wrist and pinning it above her head.

"Planning to murder your own husband? Hmm?"

A familiar scent assailed her.

At the moment their eyes met, Hope Williams’s heart skipped a beat.

"You... Waylon..."

Hope Williams started to speak in a daze, disbelief filling her eyes. Before she could finish, the man lightly caressed her cheek with his fingers, hooked her chin, leaned down, and pressed his cool lips precisely onto hers.

Hope Williams forgot to close her eyes, blinking uncertainly. The familiar scent kept invading her senses, his firm lips pressing down powerfully, the warmth flowing through the touch of their lips, continuously stimulating her brain.

It’s him!

The gun in her hand was taken away, replaced by his fingers intertwining with hers.

"Confirmed yet?" His low, husky voice brought her back to reality.

"Confirm what?"

Waylon Lewis chuckled softly, "Just now you weren’t sure it was me, are you certain now? If you’re still unsure, I’ll just keep kissing you."

Hope Williams blinked lightly, "Confirmed, confirmed. Weren’t you abroad? How did you come back all of a sudden?"

"Couldn’t sleep without me, so I came back to accompany you."

Hope Williams’s heart pounded. In the dark, her gaze met the man’s squarely, "You rushed back just because I said I couldn’t sleep without you?"

"Yep, work during the day, at night I should accompany my wife."

Her heart swelled with emotion, surprise, and pity.

Busy with work during the day, yet he flew back at night especially for her. How could she not be moved?

"Did you drink?" Hope Williams had already smelled the scent of wine on him.

"Socializing, had a little."

Hope Williams turned on the bedside lamp, and with the dim light, his handsome face was fully revealed before her.

The look in Hope Williams’s eyes held a layer of moisture, "Silly, aren’t you? Not resting so late at night and rushing back on purpose."

Her voice contained no blame, just compassion.

"How is it silly to come back and sleep with my wife?"

Waylon Lewis’s tone was playful.

Hope Williams couldn’t help but smile, freeing one hand to wrap around Waylon Lewis’s neck, pulling him down, while lifting her own head to meet his kiss. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Waylon Lewis was taken aback. Unlike her previous shy kisses, she hungrily sucked on his lips, her tender tongue chaotically sweeping across his lip, tentatively trying to probe into his mouth.

Caught off guard for a moment, Waylon Lewis loosened his tie, his sexy Adam’s apple sliding up and down. His sturdy chest pressed against her slender body, deepening their kiss.

Waylon Lewis dared not use too much force, fearful of hurting the baby, yet the two keenly felt each other’s warmth.

The intense kiss caused their breathing to become scorching and rapid, their interlocked hands gripping each other tighter.

Ever since the baby was conceived, Waylon Lewis had not touched Hope Williams, but now a single kiss was enough to throw all his restraint out the window.

He showered her with light pecks on her lips, softly sucking, filled with desire.

Waylon Lewis took a deep breath, unable to fathom the temptation she posed to him.

But... he was scared, unable to take it any further.

Although right beneath him, he dared not indulge. It was a torturous feeling.

Waylon Lewis’s dark eyes bore into her, his gaze darkening, "Hope..."

"Hm?"

"I’m really... going to die!"

Hope Williams blinked in bewilderment, panting as she asked, "What’s wrong?"

"What do you think? The fire’s been stoked, and no one’s putting it out."

Hope Williams, feeling his warmth, blushed imperceptibly.

Waylon Lewis, not quite satisfied, sat up, and seeing him like that, Hope Williams couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She kept her arms around his neck, not letting him go.

"Waylon Lewis... actually, I’m three and a half months along..."

Hope Williams pursed her lips, coughed lightly, "Moderate intimacy should be okay with caution..."

Waylon Lewis’s Adam’s apple slid up and down, his breath growing heavier, "Really?"

"Yes."

As soon as the words left her lips, his descended upon hers.

That sentence from Hope Williams thoroughly liberated Waylon Lewis, dispelling his last bit of hesitation.

Waylon Lewis lifted Hope Williams’s body, drawing her even closer, as she cooperated by embracing him.

His kisses trailed down to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe softly.

Hope Williams reached to turn off the light, but her hand accidentally struck a glass on the nightstand.

With a "clang," the glass made a clear sound, but it didn’t affect Waylon Lewis, who took her hand back.

The desire in his eyes was unmistakable.

His kisses moved down to her neck, then under her nightgown, which had already had its buttons undone by him...