She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Take a Shower and Change Clothes, Otherwise You’re Not Leaving Through This Door

Hope Williams’s eyelashes trembled lightly as she lifted her gaze, only to see Waylon Lewis standing by her side at some point, his powerful aura enveloping her.

Hope’s dry lips quivered, and with a choked voice, she said, “Waylon, let me see Grandpa, please.”

She questioned herself; her departure in the past had wronged no one, save for his elderly self.

“Waylon, are you still going to protect this woman?”

“Yes,” Waylon answered coldly.

Not only was Alitzel Williams’ heart shaken, but so were Hope and Joy Ward, without exception.@@novelbin@@

“Ah…”

Suddenly, Hope felt a sense of weightlessness, and before she knew it, the man had hefted her onto his shoulders with ease, his broad shoulders making light work of the task.

“Waylon, what are you doing? Put me down; I want to see Grandpa, Waylon, let me see him! I can save Grandpa, only I can, only me. I must atone, Waylon.”

“Shut up,” Waylon reprimanded coldly.

At that fierce command, Hope couldn’t help her nose tingling, tears swirling in her eyes.

“Waylon!”

Alitzel Williams couldn’t fathom when her son had become so blinded by this woman, to the extent that he’d defend her time and again.

Waylon’s deep gaze swept past her for a moment, his brows knitting together slightly as he coldly dropped the words, “I’m taking her with me,” before leaving the room.

With Waylon taking Hope away, the faces of those left in the room showed diverse expressions.

Alitzel Williams was fuming, and Joy Ward clenched her fists tightly, unable to hide the resentment in her eyes.

Only Wyatt Lewis, with a smile curving his lips, wished he could raise a triumphant flag and cheer for his brother.

Just moments before, he had been scoffing at how his brother could possibly win his wife back.

Unexpectedly, his brother had really pulled through.

“Waylon, where are you taking me? Have you gone mad? I need to see Grandpa; I must see him.”

Waylon paid no heed to Hope’s cries, pushed open a door into a room, and set her down on the bed.

Immediately, Hope scrambled up and rushed towards the door, but Waylon kicked it shut with his foot, and with the door closed, Hope found herself with no way out.

Hope closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and asked, “Waylon, what on earth are you trying to do?”

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear Elder Murphy saying that Grandpa’s life is no longer in danger? You want to go now, just to be an eyesore? To be scolded?”

“…This is my business.”

Waylon didn’t converse with her further but directly pulled a white shirt from the wardrobe and tossed it to Hope.

Hope was startled. “What does this mean?”

The man kicked a single-seater sofa near the door and leaned casually against it, his tall and straight figure watching Hope with an arched brow.

“Take a shower, change your clothes, don’t dirty my room.”

“…”

Hope threw the clothes to the side, her expression turning icy. “If you find me dirty, I can leave.”

“Hope Williams! Am I asking for your opinion? Hm?” The man’s magnetic voice was neither loud nor soft, but the raised inflection at the end carried a heavy threat.

His demeanor made it clear that if she didn’t take a shower and change her clothes that day, she wouldn’t be going anywhere that night.

Hope fell silent for half a second, exhaling a turbid breath. “Waylon, I don’t have time for your games. I came to see Grandpa; let me out.”

Waylon’s eyebrows rose slightly, his tone calm, “Discuss with me?”

“Mm.”

“Is that useful?”

Hope was exasperated.

“You can try to outlast me all you want, an entire evening; I’m up for it,” Waylon said, lifting his hand and gesturing towards her with a wine glass.

Hope frowned, anger and speechlessness spread across her pretty face. She nodded to herself; indeed, negotiating with this domineering man was wishful thinking.

Hope did what she must out of helplessness, resisted when she felt like it, and after a cold glare at Waylon for a few seconds, she pursed her lips, turned her face away, and said no more.

“Bang!” went the sound.

Hope slammed the bathroom door and immediately after, Waylon heard the sound of the door being locked from the inside.

Heh!

Still so cautious.

Would he peek at her?

That’s laughable!

In terms of her figure, what he should have seen five years ago, he’d seen already, and even what he shouldn’t have seen, he’d seen as well.

Waylon took his time placing a cigarette between his lips, his gaze drifting indifferently towards the bathroom. His heart skipped at the sight of the woman’s slender, graceful figure, silhouetted against the frosted glass; though she was thin, the places where flesh should be weren’t lacking at all.

Waylon’s heartbeat quickened, his finger curling beneath his lower lip, his sexy Adam’s apple sliding up and down once before he finally looked away. He picked up the glass of wine beside him, drinking it down to quell the irritation in his chest.

The sound of the shower echoed in the quiet room, and Waylon’s dark eyes unintentionally caught sight of the clothes thrown on the floor.

A trace of a smile crossed the man’s lips.

After taking a hot shower in the bathroom, Hope intended to change clothes when she remembered that the dry clothes Waylon handed her were tossed outside!

Hope wrapped a towel around herself, leaned slightly towards the door, wiped the fog from the glass surface, and looked out, seeing nothing at all.

She stood hesitating against the wall for a few minutes before finally speaking up, “Waylon?”

No response.

Hope tried again, “Waylon, are you still out there? Can I ask you for a favor?”

Silence followed.

“I forgot to bring clothes in here; can you pass them to me?”

After Hope finished speaking, there was still no sign of the man outside.

Had he already left?

Hope quietly opened the locked bathroom door, peered through a small gap, looked around, and saw no sign of Waylon. She breathed a sigh of relief, darted out to pick up the white shirt.

Just as Hope looked up, her gaze collided unguardedly with the deep darkness of the man’s eyes.