She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 295: He Keeps His Distance from Her

Alitzel Williams gasped with exasperation.

"It’s only you who thinks she means well."

Christopher Lewis’s eyebrows knotted, his mouth opened and closed, but he chose to keep silent and not to fuss over this woman.

"Also, the grandfather will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. There have been a lot of happenings in the Lewis Family recently. When returning to the old house, pay attention to the grandfather’s emotions, and let’s not let certain matters reach him," Christopher Lewis instructed gravely.

Alitzel Williams replied impatiently, "I have better judgment than you."

Christopher Lewis, "..."

...

On the day the grandfather was discharged, Hope Williams personally reviewed a series of medical reports of the grandfather, and only after confirming there were no issues did she allow the grandfather to be discharged.

The grandfather had recovered very well, his complexion was much better than before, and he looked much more spirited.

Hope Williams was discharged three days after the grandfather. She did not want to stay in the hospital any longer. Waylon Lewis wanted Hope Williams to rest for a few more days, but she refused.

Her injury had mostly healed, and although she was not fully recovered, she could walk on her own without any issue.

However, Waylon Lewis, using her leg injury as a pretext, forcefully placed her in a wheelchair, covered her with a blanket, and dressed her in a fluffy fur coat, as if afraid she would catch the slightest chill, wrapping her up like a ball.

Hope Williams did not miss the strange gazes directed at her as her wheelchair passed the elevator, the corridors, and various other places.

Discretely lowering her head and pulling down the rim of her hat, she... looked even more like a "ball" that Waylon was pushing.

Seeing her like this, Waylon Lewis smiled with a hooked lip.

Hope Williams had recovered well, and the baby in her womb had also stabilized; Waylon Lewis’s mood had also greatly improved these days.

Feeling that she was being lifted into the car, Hope Williams stealthily poked her little head out.

Her slightly messy hair, flushed cheeks, and dazed expression were unspeakably adorable.

"So, covering up makes you less embarrassed?" Waylon Lewis teased as he watched her, reaching out to tidy her hair.

"You’re still making fun of me—I’ve told you I’m almost healed, and yet you’ve bundled me up like this," Hope Williams murmured resentfully, her mouth pouting.

"Even if you are almost healed, you still need to keep warm."

"I know," Hope Williams replied, tugging at her clothes as if to say, Is this not enough?

"No one is warmer than me."

Waylon Lewis chuckled softly, "Good, I’m taking you to a place."

"Where?"

Hope Williams gazed at Waylon Lewis with clear eyes full of curiosity.

"A secret, I won’t tell you for now."

"Surprise too?" Hope Williams smiled and asked.

Leaning in, Waylon Lewis reached over to fasten Hope Williams’s seatbelt, and gently kissed her lips in response, "Yes, a surprise."

The sudden warm touch on her lips gave Hope Williams a shiver.

Waylon Lewis watched her with his tender gaze as she stared back with her beautiful eyes, looking so soft and affectionate, his heart melted.

The kiss was brief.

By the time Hope Williams gathered herself, Waylon Lewis had already drawn back, watching her with joy, a hint of teasing in his gaze.

"What? Stayed in the hospital too long, and now your reactions are dull?"

Hope Williams pursed her lips, defiantly huffing.

During her hospital stay, she watched as Waylon Lewis "kept a distance" from her.

For instance, at night she slept in the bed, and he slept on the couch.

Her heart ached for him to join her in bed, but the man who usually couldn’t wait to have her close thoroughly refused.

As if afraid that touching her might electrocute him, he kept his distance well.

The closest they got during this time was holding hands.

Even then, Waylon Lewis was extremely cautious.

Their interactions were like those of a couple newly in love, experiencing the initial throes of romance.

He actually kissed her today.

Hope Williams was momentarily taken aback, somewhat slow to react.

After a pause, Hope Williams still asked, "Waylon Lewis, what’s got into you lately?"

"What do you mean?" Waylon Lewis asked with his soft, tender gaze fixed on her.

"Like touching me would electrocute you? You’ve been sleeping on the sofa for like seven or eight days. That’s so not like you," Hope Williams couldn’t help but ask.

Waylon Lewis arched an eyebrow, his expression a mix of helplessness and complexity.

"You want to know?"

"Tell me."

"It actually ’electrocutes’—I can’t control myself around you," Waylon Lewis stated blandly.

Having a sweet, tender wife in his arms, sleeping in the same bed, which man would be able to control himself?

Thus, Waylon Lewis hadn’t dared to touch Hope Williams these days,

Otherwise, it would have been torture for him.

So that was the reason.

Hope Williams got it immediately and coughed awkwardly, realizing she shouldn’t have asked, "You’re at least conscious of it."

"I have to be," Waylon Lewis sighed softly.

"You... let’s drive, isn’t there a surprise?" Hope Williams changed the subject, already looking forward to what President Lewis might surprise her with.

Seeing the light in her clear eyes, Waylon Lewis chuckled softly, quickly started the car, and sped towards their destination.