She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 221 - Argument

Chapter 221: Chapter 221 Argument

Chapter 221 -221 Argument

“Don’t be angry anymore.”

Waylon Lewis gazed at Hope Williams’s pretty face with his deep-set eyes and sighed heavily, “You never thought about relying on me.”

His voice was low, and Hope couldn’t help but look serious, an uncommon annoyance on her handsome face.

Hope blinked, her voice growing a bit heavier, “I can manage on my own, why should I rely on someone else?”

Waylon’s pupils contracted slightly, his furrowed brows heavy with displeasure, “Someone else?”

He was just ‘someone else’ in her eyes!

A tightness gripped Hope’s heart as she explained, “That’s not what I meant.”

Waylon bit down on his molars and said no more, his facial expression enough to prove his anger at the moment.

“Waylon Lewis, I really didn’t mean it like that…”

Hope looked at him deeply, her expression turning serious.

“Waylon Lewis…”

“Hope Williams! Do you even see me as your husband?”

His cold voice made Hope’s hands, resting on her knees, clench tightly.

“Of course, we’ve remarried, haven’t we?”

Waylon gave a low, mocking chuckle, “Yes, we remarried, but from the moment you returned to me until now, you haven’t thought about including me in anything.”

Even though they had remarried, she still kept many things from him.

It was an unpleasant feeling.

The office air turned icy, the suffocating atmosphere spreading endlessly.

“Your work, your identity, the people you know—if I hadn’t found out myself, you would have kept them hidden from me, wouldn’t you?

You make me feel that, even as your husband, I rank lower than Liam Cloud in your heart.”

At least Liam knew all these things and had been through them with her.

Hope’s eyes turned cold, and she retorted, “Why bring him up again? I’ve explained to you, he saved my life. I consider him family, nothing more!”

“Family? Hope, do you think he only wants to be family with you?”

“I don’t want to argue about this; we’re both upset. Let’s stop talking. You go out first, I need to work.”

Waylon stood up, his gaze turning even colder as he stared at her face for a few seconds before slamming the door behind him.

Hope propped her elbows on the desk, her hand on her forehead, exhaling deeply with frustration.

She had Waylon Lewis, and Waylon Lewis loved her.

She had been abandoned once.

No matter how much she loved, she would be cautious.

She also dared not show weakness, turning to him for everything, for fear he would become tired of her. No one likes a burden, do they?

Only when she was strong enough could she feel secure by his side.

Just like today with the Lewis Family, marrying Waylon Lewis meant she needed the capacity and ability to stand by his side and face everything.

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Not to be a little woman who hides behind him and relies on him for everything.

She wanted to be strong too, strong enough to be his shield.

So how could Hope allow herself to be weak?

Hope calmed down for a few seconds, then the ring of her cellphone broke the silence.

Glancing at the caller ID, Hope slid her finger to answer.

“Hello…”

“Hope, I’ve been dumped…” Aria Richardson’s voice came through, filled with utter misery.

“When were you in a relationship?”

“I was rejected, completely… My love life ended before it even started… Wuhuu~”

“Alexander Knox?”

“Who else could make me feel this way?”

Hope pondered for a moment but found herself at a loss for words.

“Do you have time tonight? Come have a drink with me,” Aria pleaded pitifully.

Hope took a deep breath, sounding somewhat dispirited, “Alright, I’ll see you later.”

Before leaving work, Hope visited the old man’s hospital room one more time. On her way out, she thought about sending Waylon a message to tell him she’d be home late but then decided against it—better to cool off for a while.

Tapping on her screen, she sent a message to Luke and Willow: “Babies, Mommy will be home late tonight. Your godmother is upset, and Mommy is going to keep her company.”

The two little ones replied quickly: OK.

Aria had asked Hope to meet at a well-known bar. Hope wasn’t one for crowds, and upon entering, she was met with a riot of color and a scene of revelry that made her furrow her brow lightly. Glancing towards the bar, she immediately spotted Aria sitting alone, sullenly drinking.

Aria, dressed in a strapless red dress, attracted the gazes of many men as her lovely swan-like neck tilted back to drink.

Just sitting there, she attracted quite a few men who came over to hit on her. At this moment, Aria Richardson’s temper was extremely foul, and she spat out curses mercilessly, “Scram.”

Hope Williams walked over quickly, picked up the coat that was placed to the side, and draped it over her, “Don’t dress like this next time, it’s dangerous.”

When Aria turned her head, Hope had already sat down beside her. Seeing Hope, Aria blinked back her tears, her little face becoming fragile in an instant, “Hope, you’re finally here. I’m really so pathetic.”

Hope took a napkin and wiped her tears, “What happened? Tell me.”

“I went to see him today, only to be thoroughly rejected. He wouldn’t even deign to speak more with me. The way he was… I really stand no chance at all…”

Hope tugged at the corner of her mouth slightly, “Just because of this, you think it’s worth being so sad?”

“Shouldn’t I be sad? He might have broken off his engagement with that Ming girl, but, Hope, his heart still harbors feelings for you.” Aria rubbed her head, completely at a loss for what to do.

She had fallen for a man who liked her own best friend.

A perfect love triangle.

Oh, God!

Aria had never felt that love matters could be so heart-wrenching.

“So, have you given up?”

“No way.”

“That’s right, the Aria I know isn’t someone who gives up easily.”

As she spoke, Hope looked down at the alcohol in front of her, picked up a glass, poured herself a drink, and took a big gulp.

“What are you doing?” Aria blinked, quickly sensing that something was off with Hope.

Hope held the glass with two fingers, staring at the liquid inside, her mood downcast.

She shook her head, “It’s nothing. Didn’t you ask me to come drink with you? I’ll have a drink with you.”

“Stop lying. When I called you before, you never drank, and besides, didn’t you remarry President Lewis? Does he agree with you coming out to drink with me?”

At certain words, a shadow flickered across Hope’s eyes, and her fingers gently swirled the glass.

“You didn’t have a fight, did you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“It’s written all over your face.”

Hope finished the drink in one go and let go of the glass. She wasn’t in the mood to drown her sorrows in alcohol, “It’s nothing. I can handle it.”

Aria smacked her lips, “You always say it’s nothing, that you’ll handle everything yourself, but honestly, it’s quite worrying.”

Hope was taken aback by Aria’s words, “Is that what you think?”

“Mmhmm. Haven’t you noticed? You’re like this with everyone, always set on solving everything on your own.”

“Is that not good?” Hope looked at Aria, thinking it’s better not to trouble others, right?

Aria placed her hand on Hope’s shoulder, “At least it makes me feel like you’re holding back from me.”

Hope’s brow twitched fiercely.

So, was that how Waylon Lewis felt, too?

Her unwillingness to depend on him or trouble him was causing him insecurity, and when she said those things, she had provoked the pent-up emotions he had been harboring.

Hope lifted her hands to rub her swollen brow.

“Aria, I get it now. I’ve neglected some of your feelings, and I apologize. Perhaps I should go back now, explain things to my Mr. Lewis. We did fight, and it was over this issue.”

Aria curled her lips into a smile, “So do I get credit for helping you solve a problem?”

“Of course.” Hope responded with a smile.

“Hmm~ Then this trip wasn’t a waste after all.”

Both of them smiled at that.

At this moment, several men nearby were constantly glancing over at them; one man nudged the man surrounded by women on either side, “Brother Xavier, there are two gorgeous women over there, and those figures are just incredible.”

The man in the main seat, accepting a drink from a woman, smiled lecherously, “Which woman doesn’t look beautiful to you, kid?”

The man’s comments provoked laughter all around.

“No, Brother Xavier, this time they really are two stunners. Don’t believe me? Look for yourself.” The man jutted his chin out in their direction.

Xavier Lewis finally lifted his eyes casually, but the moment his gaze landed on Hope Williams, he couldn’t look away.

He paused in his breathing, promptly pushed away the women in his arms, straightened up, and his eyes emitted intense emotions.

“It’s her.”

“Brother Xavier, you know her?”

Xavier curved his lips, “Of course, I know her.”

She was his cousin’s wife!

He had just seen her today.

Waylon Lewis’s woman!

Tsk! He wondered what she would be like in bed…