She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 144 - President Lewis’s First Time Taking Care of a Child

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 President Lewis’s First Time Taking Care of a Child

“Chairman River is in big trouble, the Lewis Clan has withdrawn their investment.”

“What did you say?” Brooks River’s expression was as if he had been struck by thunder, his heart skipped a beat, and he seemed to remember something, his head slowly turning towards the man in front of him.

A name suddenly exploded in his mind—Waylon Lewis!

This man was President Waylon Lewis of the Lewis Clan Group!

What had he just done?

What had he done?

With a thud, Brooks River fell to his knees in fright, “You…are you President Lewis?”

“Did you want my wife and child to be kicked out of Emperor Capital?” Waylon Lewis asked coldly.

“I…no, it was this woman, it was her, she grievously offended your lady, I knew nothing about it.” Brooks River hurriedly pushed Lillian Woods forward as a scapegoat.

The pushed out Lillian Woods stared dumbfounded at Brooks River, then looked towards the man in front, “You, you’re President Lewis?”

Lillian Woods’s face turned deathly pale, “I know I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake, I won’t dare again, I really won’t dare again, I apologize to Mommy Willow and Luke, I’m sorry it’s my fault, I…”

“No need for that, weren’t you supposed to roll out of Emperor Capital? Then roll out.” Hope Williams said and turned to leave.

“Thomas Hughes, you stay to handle this.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Hope Williams walked out of the office, crouched down in front of Luke and Willow, the little ones’ faces still marked with tear stains.

Hope Williams took out a tissue and, while wiping Luke and Willow clean, comforted them, “Baby don’t cry anymore, it’s alright now, Mommy will take you home.”

Standby Waylon Lewis’s hand tightened imperceptibly, a dark and profound light streaming through his pitch-black eyes.

Waylon Lewis had intended to take the three of them home, but on the way, Hope Williams found that Willow had a fever, so they went to the hospital for an IV and didn’t get back to the apartment until very late.

Waylon Lewis, holding Willow, put her back in her room. Hope Williams sent Luke to bed, and herself went to fetch a thermometer to take Willow’s temperature.

Children frequently spike a fever throughout the night, and upon checking the result, Hope Williams saw that Willow still had a slight fever.

Hope Williams sighed softly, fetched a basin of hot water from the bathroom, wrung out the cloth to make it damp, folded it, and laid it on Willow’s forehead.

Willow had always been frail since childhood, Hope Williams had always pampered her, fearing that she would hurt herself. Whenever she got sick, it meant a big fuss, and Willow didn’t like injections; she would whine and squirm for half an hour each time she took medicine, and Hope Williams truly felt heartache for her child.

Hope Williams, with the now-cold hot water, planned to throw it out, but when she turned around, Waylon Lewis took the basin from her hands.

“Let me do it. You go rest.”

Hope Williams’s eyebrows relaxed slightly, “Forget it, when Willow gets sick, she likes me to stay by her side. If she wakes up and doesn’t see me, I’m afraid she’ll cry.”

“I’ll call you if Willow wakes up.” Waylon Lewis forcibly pulled Hope Williams into the room, pressed her down on the bed without allowing for refusal, and commanded, “Sleep.”

“But…”

“No buts, I know you’re worried about the child, but I’m also worried about you. The child will be looked after, you get some rest, do you understand?”

Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis, a faint ripple stirring in her heart, and murmured dreamily, “Alright, but you must call me if Willow wakes up.”

“I know,” Waylon Lewis bent down and kissed Hope Williams’s eyes, “Sleep now.”

In the latter part of the night, Hope Williams got up from the room; she dared not sleep too deeply while Willow had a fever.

She tiptoed towards Luke and Willow’s room.

A nightlight was still on in Luke and Willow’s room, and Hope Williams could clearly see the man’s robust silhouette.

The man sat in a chair, facing the little bed, with a basin of hot water beside him. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a strong forearm, his long fingers washed and wrung out the towel, and then he gently laid the towel on Willow’s forehead, his movements awkward but showing utmost tenderness.

Hope Williams’s heart warmed slightly; maybe, without that incident from years ago, Waylon Lewis would have been a good father.

Seeing Waylon Lewis so attentive, Hope Williams felt at ease. She turned to go back to her room when suddenly, not being careful, she bumped into a chair and twisted to the side. Pain shot through her ankle, and as her knee hit a sharp corner, she hissed out a soft sound of pain and quickly covered her mouth.

Obviously, the man had already heard the noise; he turned his head as Hope Williams, holding her knee, also lifted her head to meet his gaze. Their eyes collided unintentionally in the quiet, soundless night.

Hope Williams’s body tensed up suddenly.

“Why haven’t you slept yet?” Waylon Lewis’s face was stern as he came out.

Hope Williams immediately straightened up, her eyes flickering with the awkwardness of someone caught snooping, “I was worried Willow might cry at night, I thought I’d come and check.”

“Don’t you listen at all?” the man’s expression darkened slightly as he looked at her.

“I’m going to sleep now.” Hope Williams forced a smile, but the pain in her knees and ankles made it stiff. She felt the need to tend to her injuries first.

Waylon Lewis cast his eyes down at her, his keen senses picking up that something was amiss.

Hope Williams turned and walked away, trying her best to appear natural.

The next second, she was lifted into the air, the man had hoisted her up abruptly, “Hey, what are you doing?”

Waylon Lewis didn’t say a word with his face still stern.

He set her down on the couch and asked coldly, “Where’s the first-aid kit?”

Hope Williams looked at his face, then pointed to a cabinet.

Waylon Lewis understood, he didn’t go over but instead retrieved the first-aid kit, his pale and clean hands sorting through it, eventually pulling out a bottle of medicine for bruises.

“Thanks, I can do it myself.” As Hope Williams reached for the medicine in his hand, Waylon Lewis didn’t let her take it.

“Lift your foot,” he said in a cold voice that seemed to carry a trace of anger.

Hope Williams, facing his icy demeanor, felt like a child who had done something wrong, obediently lifting her injured leg.

Seeing her rare compliance, Waylon Lewis’s expression eased slightly. He knelt on one knee and rolled up her pant leg, revealing Willow’s pale, bruised knee, which made the bruising there all the more stark and jarring.

The ankle was even more severely swollen.

Waylon Lewis’s deep eyes stared at the wound, his handsome face void of any expression.

Without a word, he poured some medicated alcohol into the palm of his hand and warmed it by rubbing it before covering Hope Williams’s knee with his palm, gently massaging it.

“Hisss…”

Waylon Lewis’s face was tight with beauty, and though there was a chill in his brow, his hands softened even more unconsciously.

“Waylon Lewis?” Hope Williams called his name tentatively, unable to bear the awkward silence and attempting to make conversation, but he ignored her with his head bowed.

Hope Williams bit her lip, feeling a bit at a loss.

Having treated her wounds, Waylon Lewis continued his silent treatment as he carried her back to the room.

Hope Williams wasn’t foolish; his whole low-pressure demeanor was telling her he was angry.

Waylon Lewis placed Hope Williams on the bed and as he straightened up, she couldn’t restrain herself and suddenly reached out, grabbing his hand to stop him from leaving, “Why won’t you talk?”

This man had said barely two sentences to her during the entire process, utterly cold.

Waylon Lewis’s brow twitched before he finally raised his eyes to look at her.

Under Waylon Lewis’s gaze, Hope Williams again didn’t know what to say.

“Can’t you see? Blind to the chair? You just had to bump into it?” Waylon Lewis spoke coldly at last.

“It was an accident.”

“Right, you hurt yourself and now you’re in the right,” Waylon Lewis said with a cold, thin smile.

Hope Williams forced a smile, “Well, that’s just it. Thank you for taking care of Willow today, and…” Hope Williams glanced at her knee and ankle, touching her forehead helplessly, “Me!”

“Right, so thank me properly…”

“Mmm…” The next moment, Hope Williams’s lips were sealed in a kiss, the warm sensation sending a tingling feeling throughout her body.

Caught completely off guard.

Hunter Williams quickly pushed Waylon Lewis away, her little face fierce.

“You really just kiss me whenever you feel like it,” Hope Williams huffed, covering her mouth and watching the man in front of her with alert wariness.

After all, there was that incident at the Lewis family mansion; the two of them had nearly had a mishap in bed, and now again in bed, what if…

Waylon Lewis chuckled softly.

“Aren’t you supposed to thank me? I’m just claiming my thank-you gift on my own, am I wrong?”

“…” Where did this guy get the nerve? Speaking as if it were all so justified.

“Still playing unfair?” Waylon Lewis caught Hope Williams by the nape of her neck, planting a soft, affectionate, and tender kiss on her lips.

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Hope Williams, “…”

This night was destined to be sleepless; Hope Williams and Waylon Lewis took turns caring for Willow, and in the end, Waylon forced Hope onto the bed to sleep while he looked after Willow until dawn—by which time Willow’s fever had completely subsided.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Hope had wanted to get up early to make breakfast for the three of them.

But the moment her foot hit the floor, a dull pain surged through her ankle, “snap,” and she fell to the ground.

Luckily, she had braced herself with her hands, protecting her face.

Hope felt incredibly awkward at that moment.

Struggling to sit up, the bruises on her knees had faded, but her ankle still hurt terribly; it seemed the injury was quite bad.

“What happened?” Waylon, hearing the noise outside, immediately came in and saw Hope pitifully sitting on the ground, rubbing her leg.

Hope blinked up at him. “It’s nothing, I just accidentally tripped.”

Waylon didn’t wait for her to explain more, he bent down and his gaze fell on her ankle, his brow furrowing deeply, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No need, I’ll just apply some more medicine. How are Luke and Willow?”

“They’re awake,” Waylon replied succinctly.

“Alright, I plan to let the two of them rest at home today and not send them to school. If grandpa misses Luke and Willow, you can take them to the Lewis family’s place.”

“Okay, don’t worry.” Waylon lifted Hope back onto the bed, then fetched some medicine to apply to her injury, taking very good care of her.

Hope watched Waylon, her lips involuntarily curling into a smile.

Waylon was feeding breakfast to the two little ones, and both kids were gulping down their porridge.

Suddenly, there was a “clatter.”

Willow, perhaps too focused on eating, didn’t notice the bowl had reached the edge of the table and accidentally overturned it, spilling it onto her clothes.

Luke, seeing what happened, immediately tried to help Willow, but then—”smack”—his hand landed in the bowl in front of him, flipping it onto his pants.

“Oh no,” Luke and Willow both looked up helplessly at Waylon, their eyes glistening and spinning with uncertainty.

Waylon’s brow twitched, and darkness filled his eyes. He put down what he was doing, stood up with his tall figure, and reached behind the two little ones, lifting them up by the backs of their clothing.

So as not to choke the children, he lifted them by the backs of their clothes.

Luke and Willow dangled their small arms and legs in the air a couple of times, unable to get down, and resigned themselves to being lifted by Waylon.

Waylon began walking towards the bathroom.

Hearing the commotion, Hope came out of the room to see an extremely surreal scene.

She paused, watching Waylon in bewilderment.

Waylon was holding one Willow in his left hand and one Luke in his right… lifting them!

Yes!

Holding them by the back of their clothes, suspended in mid-air, like carrying little chicks.

Hope’s brows twitched fiercely, “Waylon Lewis, what are you doing?”

Hope quickly “rescued” the two little ones and held them in her arms, looking at Waylon with trepidation.

Waylon’s expression paused slightly.

Luke and Willow seemed quite happy to have been lifted, giggling away.

“What are you guys up to?” Hope frowned.

Luke pointed at the table, “Porridge, spilled, got on us, bad daddy’s taking us to wash up.”

So that was it.

Only then did Hope notice the front of the kids’ clothes were wet and sticky, covered in rice grains.

“Willow, who combed your hair?”

Willow grinned and pointed at Waylon.

Hope’s mouth twitched, she looked up at Waylon, then at the solitary tuft of hair on top of Willow’s head, with strands falling down at the back, and the cute, delicate bangs she had left at the front had been tied up lopsidedly.

Luke’s face was also a mess, with cream from bread sticking to it, and rice grains in his hair.

The breakfast had ended up on his head.

Hope couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.

So it’s true what they say: as long as dad keeps the kids alive, it’s all good!

Hope now wholeheartedly agreed with this sentiment.

Hope’s gaze landed on Waylon; he wasn’t much better off. The normally impeccable man, now with just a white shirt on his upper body, cuffs rolled up, revealing a firm forearm, a wet patch on his white shirt, his handsome face dark and grim, looking somewhat disheveled at the moment.

“Alright, you lot stop messing around, Luke, Willow, go change,” Hope directed.

Watching Waylon like that, Hope couldn’t restrain herself, and laughed out loud.

Seeing the little woman laugh at him, Waylon’s face darkened even more.

Hope looked up at him, even more amused.

Waylon took a deep breath, stepped forward, and pressed the woman onto the couch, “What’s so funny?”

“How does President Lewis feel about taking care of the kids for the first time?”

Waylon sighed, a mix of annoyance that couldn’t be expressed—you can’t hit them, you can’t scold them, and you always have to be careful not to bump or scratch them. Those two little ones might seem well-behaved, but they are actually quite good at causing him trouble.

Tripping on flat ground.

Spilling bowls while eating.

Everyone says it’s hard to take care of kids; today, Waylon had truly put that to the test.

“I won’t tease you anymore. I have something important to tell you. I plan to let Willow stay at home for now; she’s been unwilling to speak, and I’ve thought it over and it’s just not convenient for her to be at school.”

Hope was afraid of another bad incident happening, which would hurt Willow’s young mind. Hope worried that Willow would become self-conscious.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Waylon lowered his head to kiss Hope, but she pushed his face away and continued.

“As for Luke, I’ll ask him what he wants. If he wants to continue going to school, he can, otherwise, he might as well wait until he starts elementary school.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Waylon’s warm lips landed on hers, and Hope felt both embarrassed and annoyed.

“…Waylon Lewis, I’m asking for your opinion—don’t be so improper. Luke and Willow are coming out soon, and you… ah…”

Hope was swept up in his arms, “Let’s go back to the room.”

“In broad daylight, have you no shame?”

“Having you is enough, who needs shame.”

The door slammed shut.

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