She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 253 - The Woman in Waylon Lewiss Restroom

Chapter 253: Chapter 253 The Woman in Waylon Lewis’s Restroom

Chapter 253 -253 The Woman in Waylon Lewis’s Restroom

I guess that means I’m being a nuisance.

Hearing the man’s response, Hope Williams stood up from his lap. “Then I’ll be on my way.”

Waylon Lewis smiled helplessly, caught her wrist, and pulled her back into his embrace. Holding her small hand, he asked, “Does it still hurt?”

Hope pursed her lips, not looking at him, and answered, “It’s almost all better now. You can go back to being busy, I’ll be on my way.”

Seeing her really about to get up and leave, Waylon Lewis smiled and tightened his arm around her waist. “I’m not busy now.”

“Surprised you came. Did you get off work early today?” Waylon Lewis gently lifted his large hand to arrange her long hair.

Hope looped her hands around Waylon Lewis’s neck, pursed her lips, and said, “Just missed you, so I came. It’s rare that I think of you first thing after getting off work early, but someone wasn’t too happy just now.”

Saying this, Hope’s voice carried a faint whiff of grievance.

Waylon Lewis smiled and affectionately kissed her lips, “Not at all.”

“Yes, there was.”

“Alright, my fault. How should I be punished?”

A mischievous smile flickered in Hope’s pretty eyes. “How about making you sleep on the floor tonight?”

Waylon Lewis hugged her tightly. “Would you really be able to?”

“I would, indeed.”

Waylon Lewis laughed. “Such a merciless woman.”

Hope’s slender arms were wrapped around Waylon Lewis’s neck, her lips curling into a shallow smile that carried an unintentional and endless allure. “So you better not make me angry, or the merciless woman won’t care if you find the floor cold.”

Waylon Lewis smiled helplessly.

“Okay, I came to see you, but since you’re busy, I’ll head home.”

Waylon Lewis wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist without letting go, looking at her dissatisfied. “You’re in such a rush to leave?”

“You were busy.”

“When you’re here, no matter how busy I am, I can stop.”

Hope tugged at her lips. “Then wouldn’t I become a seductress causing chaos?”

“I like it.”

Waylon Lewis stared at her flushed lips for a long time before leaning down to kiss her, his arms tightening around her waist, drawing her entire body close to him.

Hope felt the heat radiating from his body through their clothes.

In the brief pause, the man’s tongue tip had already skillfully pried open her teeth and swept over her sweetness.

Hope blushed, her grip on the man’s hand unconsciously tightening. This was his office, with so many people passing by outside; what if someone came in?

Hope quickly pushed herself off Waylon Lewis’s shoulders, pushing him away, her face burning red.

The unsatisfied Waylon Lewis looked at her in astonishment. “What’s wrong?”

“This is your office, what if someone comes in?” Hope propped herself up on his shoulders to prevent him from doing anything else.

“They won’t.”

“Just in case, I should head home. You work hard.”

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Hope hurriedly stood up, grabbed her bag, and headed straight for the door, barely clutching the doorknob when a large hand appeared beside her, pressing the slightly open door shut.

The familiar breath enveloped Hope, the man’s firm chest pressing against her back as he pulled her back into his embrace.

“Now that you’re here, do you think you can leave so easily?”

The low, husky voice, full of seduction, rang in her ear. Hope bit her lower lip, sensing the impending danger and quickly said, “I still shouldn’t disturb your work. Go on, work hard, ha.”

Hope reached to pull the door, only to have it pushed shut again.

“Is work more important than me?”

Hope Williams’s brow twitched.

In an instant, she felt weightless as the man easily swept her into his arms.

Unable to suppress a yelp, Hope found herself carried into his resting room.

Before she could react, her chin was hooked by the man’s large hand, and Hope’s eyes darted around in disarray.

Observing the woman’s panicked demeanor, Waylon Lewis curled his lips with interest.

“No one will come in here.”

“But…”

Silencing her protests, he tilted her head back with his hand and planted a warm kiss on the lips he had longed for.

Hope’s heart trembled under his kiss as her defenses steadily crumbled.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

“Boss, Miss Fuller is here.” Vivia Fuller had arranged to discuss a project with Waylon Lewis.

The secretary and Vivia, hearing no sound from inside, furrowed her brows, “Are you sure Brother Waylon is in the office?”

The secretary nodded confidently; she hadn’t seen the Boss leave, so if he wasn’t in the office, where else could he be?

Vivia Fuller pursed her lips and, holding the document in her hand, said indifferently, “Alright, I understand, go ahead with your work.”

The secretary glanced at the firmly closed office door. Without the Boss’s permission, no one was allowed in, but Miss Fuller had an appointment.

Torn for a moment, Vivia had already pushed the door open and entered.

She surveyed the office and not finding Waylon Lewis anywhere, softened her voice and called, “Brother Waylon, are you there?”

Perhaps he was in the resting room. Vivia paused and, lifting her hand, she tidied her carefully groomed long hair and walked towards the resting room.

Just as she reached out for the doorknob, a tall figure emerged from inside.

“Waylon…” Vivia Fuller was taken aback.

The man was without his suit jacket, donning only a shirt. The crisp, white cuffs rolled up, revealing a solid forearm, and the collar was loosened, displaying wheat-colored skin.

Vivia Fuller’s eyes widened, her grip tightening at the sight of faint lipstick traces at the corner of his mouth.

A wave of irritation surged in her chest as her head instinctively turned away towards the resting room, where she saw a delicate foot move on the bed.

Obviously, it belonged to a woman.

Shock flashed across Vivia’s heart.

Before she could glimpse further, the man had already closed the door. Vivia quickly averted her gaze and looked up to meet Waylon Lewis’s handsome and icy face.

He gave her a glance, his gaze piercing and chilling to the bone.

Vivia, panicking, realized this was the first time she had been so close to the man.

His icy aura enveloped her, completely mesmerizing her.

Knowing that Waylon Lewis had a woman in his resting room filled Vivia’s heart with an inexplicable satisfaction.

At least he didn’t solely belong to Hope Williams, which meant that if other women were possible, so was she.

She was well aware that a man like Waylon Lewis could never be content with just one woman in his lifetime; if she could marry him, she wouldn’t mind if he had other women. This kind of man was beyond her control.

“What is it? Speak!” Waylon Lewis moved to his executive chair and sat down, lifting a hand to massage his temples, his face exuding an aura of being interrupted.

Vivia Fuller glanced at the closed door briefly, then hurried to Waylon’s side and placed the document she had brought in front of him. Biting her lip, she tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned over; the neckline of her V-neck top slipped down further, exposing a tumultuous cleavage.

With alluring lips curled, Vivia seduced, “Brother Waylon, this document has been revised according to your instructions. Please take a look.”