She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 276 - Thank You for Your Concern Its Not

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Thank You for Your Concern, It’s Not Good

Waylon Lewis’s teasing tone made Hope Williams’s face turn even redder.

His kisses landed on her delicate neck as Hope tilted her head back, cooperating with him.

“Knock knock.”

A very polite and rhythmic knocking sound came from the door.

The passion between the two stiffened, and Hope quickly lifted her head to look at the door.

Waylon’s face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Hope hurriedly got up, quickly straightened her clothes, pressed down on Waylon’s shoulders, and made him lie back properly on the bed, even covering him with the blanket as if to hide something.

After making sure everything was in order, Hope checked everything again.

Seeing Hope act this way, Waylon really felt both frustrated and helpless, “Wife, you make it seem like we are having an affair.”

“You are the one having an affair.”

After making sure everything was in place, Hope cleared her throat, “Please come in.”

The door opened.

“Director Woods?”

Director Woods walked in with a friendly smile, “Little Hope, I came to see how President Lewis is doing. President, are you feeling better?”

Good! He’s feeling great!

Absolutely brimming with energy!

Thinking about what they had just been doing, Hope felt a bit guilty and tucked her fallen hair behind her ear, silently turning back.

Waylon’s face was expressionless, showing a deep animosity towards Director Woods.

Seeing Waylon not responding, Director Woods felt awkward and looked uneasily at Hope.

Hope made faces and signaled several looks at Waylon.

Waylon looked as if he desperately wanted to throw Director Woods out, completely ignoring Hope’s cues.

“Waylon, are you deaf?” Hope persistently raised her eyebrows at him.

Only then did Waylon glance at Director Woods, “Thanks for your concern, I’m feeling terrible.”

“That’s good, that’s good… Ah?”

Director Woods didn’t quite catch on at first, wondering why Waylon seemed to bear a grudge against him like sworn enemies.

When had he offended him? Surely not.

Besides because of Hope, he had no interactions with him, so where could the offense have come from?

Seeing this, Hope quickly stepped in to smooth things over, “Director Woods, he’s fine, he’s really fine. He just loves to joke around. Please sit, I’ll go make you a cup of tea.”

Director Woods, a bit perplexed but given an out by Hope, didn’t dwell on it much.

But internally, he couldn’t help criticising, they say that President Lewis has a weird temper, cold and ruthless, indeed just as unpredictable as they said.

Thinking this, Director Woods looked empathetically towards Hope as she went to make tea.

Sigh, even though married into a wealthy family, having such a cold, unpredictable husband, Hope’s days must be hard. She probably has to be extremely cautious around Young Master Lewis.

And after that surgery incident, probably Hope’s days have become even harder.

Director Woods sat down, sighed twice while hanging his head.

Waylon frowned, looking at him queerly.

Pausing for a second, Director Woods, despite the increasing chill, spoke up, “President Lewis, did you have a quarrel with Little Hope?”

Waylon bit his molar, about to reply, but Director Woods continued.

“About Little Hope refusing to perform your surgery, she really was in a difficult position, you can’t blame her. She had already started a surgery on her patient, and as the lead surgeon, if she had left, it could have likely resulted in the patient’s death. As a doctor, she must be responsible for her patient, that’s her duty, so please don’t argue with her.”

“But she really cares about you, she ran to you right after surgery, not even catching her breath after several major surgeries, already exhausted, and then she was suddenly disoriented. All her thoughts were with you…”

“Beaten? Who hit her?”

Waylon’s black eyes instantly narrowed, a thousandfold chill spreading rapidly.

“You didn’t know? She didn’t tell you?” Director Woods urgently slapped his thigh. “This child likes to hide everything and digest it by herself.”

“Who hit her?” Waylon Lewis asked coldly.

Director Woods, with great difficulty, answered, “It was Chairman Lewis—Chairman Lewis reprimanded Little Hope for not prioritizing your surgery and impulsively raised his hand to her.”

Under the low pressure, Director Woods tremulously lowered his head.

Just staying here for this short time, Director Woods felt a continual chill down his back.

Why did President Lewis seem even angrier after speaking only a few words?

The aura around him was terrifying.

He couldn’t help but feel even more sympathy for Hope Williams.

Living with a man with such a bad temper, how much suffering must Hope endure, forever at the mercy of his moods?

Ah!

Such a good girl, yet she has to endure such hardship.

Hope Williams handed Director Woods a cup of freshly brewed hot tea. As she approached, she noticed something was off here.

This atmosphere…

Director Woods looked deeply at Hope Williams.

Hope Williams was bewildered by Director Woods’s extremely sympathetic gaze.

“Is there something wrong, Director Woods?”

“Nothing.” With a sigh, Director Woods stood up and did not linger any longer, as he had already said all he needed to say.

There were some things he needed to discuss privately with Hope, to earnestly advise her to escape from her distress as soon as possible.

“If there’s nothing else, I should go now. Little Hope, take care of yourself.”

‘Take care of yourself?’

Hope Williams’s brow twitched as she watched Director Woods’s retreating figure, sensing a deeper meaning to his words.

She turned back to look at Waylon Lewis. “What were you just talking about? Why did Director Woods leave in such a hurry?”

Waylon Lewis reached out his hand, and Hope naturally put hers into his, her small hand tightly clasped. Hope sat down beside him, observing Waylon’s still somber expression, and gently asked, “What’s wrong?”

Waylon Lewis stared at Hope Williams’s cheek, his eyes filled with pain. “Does it still hurt?”

Hope pursed her lips, instinctively raising her hand to touch her cheek, and shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, did Director Woods tell you?”

“Mhm, you’ve been wronged!” Waylon Lewis clenched his teeth. “I won’t let you suffer in vain.”

No one could harm his people, no matter who they were.

“What are you going to do? He’s your father, and he was worried about you in that moment of urgency. I don’t blame him. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be caught between him and me, I didn’t want it to be this way, so let it go, it already doesn’t hurt.”

Waylon’s lips pressed into a tight line.

Hope raised her hand gently to smooth Waylon’s furrowed brows. “Don’t be angry anymore, I’m really okay, you’ve already done so much for me. Your dad has now compromised and agreed not to separate us; that’s enough, let’s not hold grudges.”

Waylon was not comforted by her words.

She was excessively sensible, never crying or making a scene when she encountered problems.

A sense of apology and guilt washed over him, making his heart ache.

There were so many things he didn’t know about. She dealt with them secretly and endured silently just not to trouble him.

He reached out to hold Hope in his arms, their foreheads gently touching.

“I’m sorry for all the suffering you’ve had to endure.”

Tenderly, he kissed her brows, her cheeks, and her lips.

He desperately wanted to comfort her.

Hope let him kiss her, her eyes filled with love.

“Hope, next time you feel wronged, please tell me. I can’t bear to touch my girl even slightly, so why should anyone else, even if it’s him?”

Hope lifted her eyes, giving Waylon a slight smile. “Yes, I understand.”