She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 209 - Im Just Taking Back My Own Wife
Chapter 209: Chapter 209: I’m Just Taking Back My Own Wife
Chapter 209 -209: I’m Just Taking Back My Own Wife
Hope Williams’s cheeks reddened, as she turned her face to one side, and to her surprise, the two little ones had overheard.
Waylon Lewis’s lips curled into a slight smile, “Congratulate me.”
“What do you mean?” Luke and Willow didn’t understand at all.
“Didn’t you hear what my wife called me? Shouldn’t you congratulate me?” Waylon Lewis said, as Hope Williams gave him a gentle push, feeling like his tail might wag right up to the heavens.
“What are you doing? Isn’t that so?” Waylon Lewis bent down to give Hope Williams a peck on the lips, his voice filled with a pleased chuckle.
“We’re still children.” Luke and Willow laughed, covering their small eyes with their hands.
Hope Williams quickly pushed him away, “Waylon Lewis, that’s enough…”
How could he be so brazen and set a bad example for the kids?
“I’m simply exercising my exclusive rights.”
“…”
“Baby, call me that again.”
“No!”
“Then I’ll kiss you.”
“You can sleep on the floor tonight.”
“Doesn’t matter, you can’t stop me.”
“You try.”
…
Waylon Lewis, who was forcibly pushed out of the bedroom when he was about to cuddle up and sleep with his wife…
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The two little ones stood before him with their hands on their hips, insistent. Luke said, “Humph, Mommy said she would sleep with us tonight. Go wherever you’re comfortable.”
Willow nodded vigorously: Exactly, exactly, Mommy is ours tonight.
Hope Williams, freshly bathed and still toweling her hair, had a smile on her face that suggested she was watching a good show.
“My wife!”
“Doesn’t matter, Mommy already promised us, right, Mommy?”
The two pairs of expectant little eyes blinked pleadingly at her, and of course, Hope Williams could not bear to refuse. She laughed, “That’s right.”
Waylon Lewis, “…”
His handsome face grew as dark as the night outside.
“Bang.”
The door shut in front of him, as Waylon Lewis twisted the doorknob in annoyance.
Locked…
Waylon Lewis took a deep breath, his head aching from frustration.
It was hard enough getting his wife, and he hadn’t even had enough time with her before the two little usurpers took her away.
Luke and Willow happily jumped into bed, hugging Hope Williams on each side, “Mommy, let’s sleep.”
“Did you lock the door?”
“Yep, what if the bad daddy came in and fought us for you?”
They were too clever for their own good.
Hope Williams could already imagine how dark Waylon Lewis’s expression must be.
She pulled up the blanket for the two little Babies, “Then, let’s sleep.”
Just let that person stay by himself for the night.
“Mommy, can you tell a story?”
“Of course, sweetie, what would you like Mommy to tell you?”
Surrounded by Hope William’s tender voice, it didn’t take half an hour before Luke and Willow fell asleep. Hope Williams checked the blankets of the two little ones before she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
As for the person whose wife had been snatched away, he spent a sleepless night alone, surrounded by a haze of smoke in the dark study.
Glancing at his watch, it was midnight.
He had let those two have his woman for a whole two hours.
In the darkness, the man extinguished his cigarette and stood up, walking outside.
He held the keys and quietly opened the bedroom door.
Hope Williams was cuddled up with Luke and Willow, the three of them sound asleep.
How annoying.
His wife!
His wife, indeed!
Waylon Lewis bent down, gently lifted Willow’s small hand from Hope Williams and then scooped up Luke’s little body, moving him to the side.
Then he directly carried Hope Williams away.
After reclaiming his wife, Waylon Lewis took her straight back to his room.
He laid her down gently and slowly, but the slight movement still woke Hope Williams.
The familiar scent hit her, and Hope Williams’s eyes snapped open, looking bewildered at the handsome outline of the man before her.
“Waylon Lewis?! What are you…?”
“Sorry for waking you up.”
Hope Williams felt the bed, not finding the two little ones, “Why did you carry me over here?”
“You’re mine after all,” Waylon’s deep voice was full of assertion.
“Why are you so stingy? Luke and Willow will cry if they wake up and can’t find me. Let me go back.”
“No, I already gave them two hours. You’ve been with them for two hours; that’s enough. They should learn to sleep by themselves.”
“Why can’t you learn to sleep by yourself?”
“Because I’m a man with a wife.”
Extremely proud and entitled.
Hope Williams…
“What am I supposed to tell them tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is tomorrow’s problem.”
Hope Williams felt utterly helpless.
Waylon Lewis bent down, his kiss landing precisely on Hope Williams’s lips, “Go to sleep; if you don’t sleep, we could do something else. Choose one or the other; I’m hoping you choose the latter.”
“I choose the former,” Hope Williams said, pulling up the blanket over herself completely, not giving him any chance.
Waylon Lewis chuckled softly and lay down next to her, pulling her into his arms.
The next day.
Waylon Lewis sat at the dining table, impeccably dressed, reading the newspaper leisurely with a cup of coffee in hand.
Two mournful stares were directed straight at him.
Waylon remained composed, as if unaware.
Hope Williams helplessly watched the scene, gently rubbing her forehead and served each little one a custard bun, the sweet aroma of the custard buns failing to divert the children’s gaze from Waylon Lewis.
“What’s with Luke and Willow? Has your dad grown flowers on himself?” Alitzel Williams also noticed something was amiss.
They looked as if Waylon Lewis had stolen some precious belonging from them, both angry and sorrowful.
They were truly upset.
To wake up first thing in the morning and find Mommy gone, and to find she was in the bad daddy’s room, in the bad daddy’s arms!
Ah, infuriating!
Even a locked door couldn’t keep this scoundrel out!
“He stole Mommy, the villain!” Luke exclaimed with indignation.
Willow scribbled furiously on paper, the scratching of the pencil against the paper loud and clear, showing the extent of the little one’s anger.
Willow wrote: Bad daddy, st*** Mommy, ugh, so mad.
“Waylon Lewis, what are you doing?” Alitzel Williams glanced at the two little ones who seemed on the verge of steaming, and he was still there, sipping his coffee.
“Waylon Lewis,” Hope Williams called him softly.
Waylon sat up straight, looking toward Hope as she gave him a meaningful look.
Luke and Willow’s two angry little faces finally got some attention in front of Waylon Lewis.
“Don’t agree with me?”
“Why do you get to steal Mommy? Even when she’s asleep, you come and steal her, you ‘old six,'” Luke blurted out using internet slang, too angry to make complete sense.
“Old six?”
Evidently, Waylon Lewis didn’t understand what it meant.
Hope Williams blinked and explained by the side, “It roughly means… you played dirty.”
“It’s not playing dirty; I was just taking back my own wife.”
