She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 194 - The Spitting Image of a Stunner
Chapter 194: Chapter 194: The Spitting Image of a Stunner
Chapter 194 -194: The Spitting Image of a Stunner
Hope Williams pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out, only to have Alitzel Williams’ gaze shoot up and freeze on the spot.
She always knew Hope had a great figure, but she hadn’t expected it to be this good.
In that dress, she was the epitome of seduction, a sight no man could resist.
It was just too…
One could only say her son was incredibly lucky.
Hope felt her ears turn red under Alitzel’s intense gaze.
“Can you stop looking at me like that?” she asked feebly, quickly pulling on a white shirt over the dress.
Alitzel withdrew her gaze, feeling awkward, “I suddenly realize my son has pretty good taste.”
Hope gently straightened the clothes on her shoulders.
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“Let’s go, there’s no one outside, don’t worry.”
After all, Alitzel didn’t want anyone but her own son to see Hope like this.
“This is a bowl of soup I stewed for Waylon. Please take it in for me,” Alitzel handed the pre-prepared soup to Hope.
Inside there were goji berries, meat-scented desert-cistanche, herbs… and a section of something unknown, probably some nourishing bone broth.
Without giving Hope a chance to think, she was ushered in with the bowl of “bone broth.”
Hearing the door open, Waylon Lewis’ breathing halted as he glanced up and saw the figure at the door.
Wyatt Lewis, hearing the noise too, didn’t hesitate and looked up toward the door!
Just as his head lifted, an object with a lethal presence hurtled straight toward him.
Wyatt barely dodged it by quickly turning his head, a sharp whoosh of cold air passing by his ear.
Immediately after, there was a loud “bang” as the crystal ashtray shattered on the ground, bursting into pieces.
“Fuck.”
Was this an attempt at murder?
Wyatt turned to confront Waylon, but before he could speak, Waylon’s icy voice, filled with murderous intent, exploded.
“Close your damn eyes and get out.”
Before Wyatt could respond, the tall figure had already flown past him, wrapping the person at the door with a blanket.
Wyatt, still with a dumbfounded face, saw in an instant, when he turned back around, a slender and enchantingly… fairy!
Even though she was draped in a white shirt, it was unbuttoned, revealing a fiery black lace short dress, her pale skin, and long legs were simply…
“Fuck.”
Wyatt’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and quicker than his brain, he quickly covered his eyes.
Hope had not expected Wyatt to be in the study; she hurriedly hid behind Waylon’s broad back, clinging tightly to his clothes, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the floor.
“I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see a thing.”
He swore he only saw it for a moment, which was practically the same as not seeing it at all!
Wyatt, with a strong will to survive, dashed out of the room with his eyes closed.
He must have figured the door was right in front of him, but he ran into the wall with a “thud,” gritting his teeth with pain but not stopping to keep fleeing for his life.
The fleeing Wyatt ran straight into his own mother.
“Ah ah ah…”
“Ah ah ah…”
Both of them, like thieves caught red-handed, jumped out of fright.
“Wyatt Lewis!” Alitzel Williams cried out in shock, “What… what are you doing in your brother’s study?”
That just now… Hope… it was over, Alitzel’s face turned white in an instant…
“I didn’t see anything, I really didn’t see anything,” Wyatt yelled as he bolted away.
Alitzel looked at the firmly shut door of the room and blinked, swallowing hard.
“I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do anything.” Alitzel Williams ran in the opposite direction.
Hope Williams stood alone, shivering.
Vivia Fuller stood by the desk, the documents she held now crumpled into a ball.
This woman, Hope Williams…how dare she, how dare she appear in Brother Waylon’s study dressed like that.
She did it on purpose, she definitely did it on purpose!
This bitch, deliberately coming here to seduce Brother Waylon!
No matter how calm Vivia Fuller tried to be, the feelings of jealousy and rage made her want to rush forward and tear Hope Williams apart.
This bitch.
Vivia Fuller bit her lower lip and stepped forward, “Brother Waylon…”
“Get out!” Waylon Lewis’s brow throbbed violently.
He hadn’t anticipated Hope Williams pulling this stunt tonight, and the worst part was that Wyatt Lewis saw it all!
Waylon Lewis’s face was as dark as the sky outside.
Vivia Fuller bit her lip hard, her entire body trembling with rage; her hands clenched and then relaxed, relaxed and then clenched, several seconds passing before she managed to suppress it; finally, Vivia Fuller took a deep breath, “Brother Waylon, I’ll come talk to you later…”
Vivia Fuller mustered all her strength to hold back her fury and walked out.
The next moment, the body of Hope Williams trying to escape was suddenly lifted, the man supporting her, placing her on the desk, his strong waist plunging between her legs, his hand tearing off his tie, those aggressive eyes making Hope Williams feel even more… that she had gone too far.
“Who let you dress like this? Hm?”
The scant fabric barely covered her curvaceous body, her waist slim, and her long legs straight; the black lace material contrasted sharply with her fair skin, almost glowing white.
Waylon Lewis’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze locked tightly on Hope Williams; just one glance had been enough to set the blood boiling.
His gaze was too intense, and under the pressure, Hope Williams’s ears reddened, she bit her lower lip, and cast down her eyes.
“Let me go first.” Hope Williams’s voice was as weak as a mosquito’s.
The man’s gaze deepened, his low and mellow voice resonating by her ear, “You seduced me first, and now you want to run away?”
Hope Williams muttered to herself, she’d managed to drive away her rival, but now she had fallen into the tiger’s den herself.
“What is this?”
“Soup!”
Hope Williams quickly changed the subject, picking up the “bone broth” she had brought in and set aside earlier.
Waylon Lewis glanced at the soup Hope Williams was holding, the corners of his eyes curving with a meaningful arc.
He asked ambiguously, “What kind of soup?”
“B-bone broth… Mom asked me to bring it to you.”
Hope Williams’s cheeks grew redder under his lascivious gaze, not realizing just how tempting her shy appearance was to Waylon Lewis.
Waylon Lewis chuckled lowly, caressing her blushing cheeks.
“Baby, you should spend less time with Mom, or you wouldn’t know even if you were sold, understand?”
“What?”
Waylon Lewis pinched the rim of the bowl, downing the soup in one gulp.
Hope Williams blinked, only then clearly seeing the thing inside the bowl that she didn’t know…
Then she knew…
In a flash, Hope Williams felt her face burn as if it were on fire.
What was it? Bull penis!
Seeing the embarrassed and awkward expression on Hope Williams’s face, Waylon Lewis laughed softly, his magnetic voice echoing, very seductive.
“It’s going to be a hard night for my baby,” Waylon Lewis said, pulling her body close to his own, giving her no chance to escape.
“This is… Ah, Mom… Mamma mia!”
In a whirl, Hope Williams was pressed down on the desk, her shoulder strap easily slipped off by the man.
