She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 60 - Waylon Lewis’s Value Lies in Self-Awareness

Chapter 60: Chapter 60 Waylon Lewis’s Value Lies in Self-Awareness

“Can we ask you for a favor, bad daddy?”

Waylon Lewis raised an eyebrow, “Let’s hear it.”

These two little rascals were calling him so late. He thought it couldn’t just be to apologize. Waylon Lewis curled his lips into a smirk, waiting for what they would say next.

“Could you take our mommy out for a meal?” Willow asked timidly, her voice milkily sweet, irresistibly adorable.

“What?”

Waylon Lewis walked to the window, looking at the twinkling lights outside, a flicker of surprise passing through his deep eyes.

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“Our mommy said she wanted you to take her out for a meal; she has something to tell you.”

“She wants me to take her out? Did she say that herself?”

Waylon’s astute eyes narrowed slightly with amusement, yet he was skeptical.

“Mm-hmm, of course.”

“…”

“You don’t believe it?” Luke asked.

“The likelihood is not high,” he said in a deep voice.

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“Mmm…” Luke paused, as if pondering something, and after a few seconds, he spoke up, “Bad daddy, Luke suddenly realizes you have a high-quality trait.”

“Mm?”

A high-quality trait?

What high-quality trait?

“Especially self-aware!”

“…”

Especially self-aware?!

…

Waylon Lewis was momentarily stunned—his dark, deep eyes fluttering with confusion—then he quickly regained his composure, shaking his head helplessly with a smile.

This son of his was truly Hope Williams’ child, inheriting her sharp wit perfectly.

“You are very smart.”

“Just average, the world’s third,” the little guy boasted joyfully.

Waylon Lewis chuckled softly, “You should feel fortunate.”

“Fortunate about what?” Luke asked, puzzled.

“My high-quality genes were passed on to you, that’s why you’re so smart.”

“Psh, I was born from my mommy; what does that have to do with you?”

“Without me, your mommy couldn’t have had you,” Waylon said, the amusement deepening in his profound eyes, so much pride that his tail might have been wagging to the sky.

“That’s nonsense, both Willow and I were born to mommy alone, what does that have to do with you?”

Luke was angry; he wouldn’t believe they couldn’t have been born without their mommy. She was the one who gave birth to them and raised them all by herself; with or without him, what was the difference?

“Right, we were born and raised by mommy, we didn’t need you for that,” Willow chimed in furiously, contradicting Waylon Lewis.

Hearing the children’s words, he felt a heavy twinge in his chest, a thick sense of guilt suddenly enveloping him.

The children didn’t understand what he was talking about, but their words reflected the reality Hope Williams had lived these past years. The children were born of her alone, raised by her alone, with or without him there was no difference…

Waylon Lewis slightly bowed his head, his refined, thin lips pressed tightly together. Raising his hand, he rubbed his throbbing forehead.

The call was still ongoing, and no one spoke.

Waylon Lewis let out a deep sigh, and after a long while, he slowly asked, “When is she free?”

“… You’ll have to call her yourself to ask that.”

“Mm.”

“Then remember, you have to invite mommy personally. Goodbye, hang up.”

“…”

Doo-doo…

Waylon Lewis’s cool brow furrowed slightly, he tossed the phone carelessly onto the table, and slowly shifted his gaze outside the window. His typically impassive face was shadowed with a heavy gravity.

Minutes later, Waylon Lewis picked up the phone he had thrown aside. He intended to make the call himself, but a call unexpectedly came in first.

Surprise flickered through Waylon’s cool eyes; his long fingers glided to answer the touch screen.

“This is Waylon Lewis.”

The girl’s soft, calming voice came slowly, tinged with a hint of struggle.

“Mm, is something the matter?”

“About today’s incident…” Hope Williams looked down, biting her lip, “I got it wrong; it wasn’t you who took Luke and Willow away. I want to apologize to you. I’m sorry.”

There was a brief silence on the call.

Hope’s fingers drummed on the table, fearing that Waylon Lewis would be angry, only to find the next second the man showed little surprise or verbosity, his voice deep as he said, “Mm, it’s fine.”

Hope’s eyes sparkled, finding Waylon easier to talk to than ever before.

Hope narrowed her eyes slightly and, in the end, let out a sigh of relief, “Well, if there’s nothing else, I just wanted to apologize to you…”

“Nothing else you want to say?”

Hope tugged at her lips, and, prompted by his question, she really did think it over thoroughly in her mind, confirming there was nothing more to say before responding, “…Nothing.”

“…”

Waylon Lewis was silent for two seconds before he spoke.

“I have something to say to you.”

Hope felt a wave of perplexity, thinking to herself why don’t you just say it, wondering why he was making it seem so serious, which made her inexplicably anxious.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Hope paused briefly, then countered, “Do you have something to do?”

Waylon Lewis leaned back in his executive chair, his gaze casually lingering on a photo on the desk, his expression indifferent yet somber.

“Yes.”

The man’s low voice continued, “Let’s have dinner together.”

Hope pursed her lips, a bit slow to react, “Dinner? With you?”

“You don’t want to?”

“…”

This wasn’t about wanting or not wanting, what on earth did he want to have dinner with her for, it all felt so strange.

Hope pursed her lips, using her usual method of declination, very seriously and tactfully saying, “It’s mainly that I don’t have the time.”

Waylon Lewis was silent for another two seconds, then said, “Hmm, mainly I wanted to talk to you about Grandfather’s health. Since you… ”

“I am free!”

Hope’s voice suddenly burst out.

“Tomorrow at noon… I have time.”

“…”

Changing her tune quicker than flipping a book, Waylon Lewis’s eye twitched, thinking that to invite this woman for a meal he had to bring up Grandfather, and after a while, he couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you at Crane Clearing Tower,” the man’s voice then arose.

Crane Clearing Tower, the most famous restaurant in Emperor Capital, with its pavilions, terraces and towers, and jade railings, was a sight that exhilarated the spirit at a glance.

Their dishes were even more commendable, each one fresh and tasty, primarily featuring light fare.

Hope had always been fond of this place, and had wanted to take the two little ones there, but the restaurant was always packed, and they didn’t take reservations. You’d have to line up outside if you wanted to eat.

And yet, people were still willing to queue for it incessantly.

“Mommy, who are you talking to on the phone?” Luke and Willow leaned over to Hope’s sides, one on each side.

Hope put down her phone, pinching the chubby cheeks of the two little darlings, “You two little rascals were supposed to be reflecting on your naughtiness, and now here you are blatantly bouncing around in front of me, you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you?”

“Oh, Mommy, can you bear to keep your two cute treasures standing there all the time?” Willow cuddled into Hope’s embrace and acted coquettishly, knowing that Mommy was always the softest, and definitely couldn’t resist this.

“Mommy definitely can’t bear it, right?” Luke also launched into his own charm offensive.

The two little ones acting cute and affectionate instantly cheered Hope up.

Seeing Mommy smile, Luke gave Willow a look, and Willow casually asked, “Mommy, were you talking to bad Daddy on the phone just now?”

“How do you know?”

“What did bad Daddy say?”

“He asked me out to dinner.”

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The next day, Hope dropped Luke and Willow off at school. Before they entered the building, the two little ones didn’t forget to remind her about the dinner with Waylon Lewis.

“Why are you two suddenly so concerned about his matters?” Hope’s suspicious gaze rotated between the two little ones.