She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 698: Chapter 698: Door-to-Door Bride Kidnapping

"I just said it offhandedly, I can handle this myself..."

Hope Williams pushed Waylon Lewis out.

Seeing Hope’s embarrassment, Waylon laughed.

"Close the door when you leave."

Knowing she was shy, Waylon didn’t linger and walked out, but not too far.

After Hope finished in the restroom and washed her hands, the door opened again, and Waylon helped rub her hands dry before lifting her up again.

Hope sighed, "I really feel like I’m disabled right now."

"Don’t say such unlucky things."

Oh, right.

Lately, Waylon couldn’t stand hearing her say anything unlucky.

Hope smiled wryly, "I said ’like’. "

"Even ’like’ is not allowed."

Waylon lowered his head and gently bit her lip.

With their breaths so close, Hope touched her bitten lip and mumbled softly, "Why did you bite me?"

"Punishment. You’re not allowed to say anything bad about yourself next time."

Hope’s eyes softened, knowing Waylon was anxious and sensitive because of her health.

Hope cupped Waylon’s face and kissed his lips, "I got it, I won’t say it next time, alright?"

"Good."

At dinner, Alitzel Williams mentioned Baby’s hundred-day celebration.

The elders hoped for a grand celebration, but Hope and Waylon didn’t want the fuss, though the three elders disagreed.

Hope and Waylon said nothing more.

At the table, Waylon was busy taking care of Hope while she ate, almost feeding her bite by bite.

The Lewis family was used to their affection, even pleased to see it.

Alitzel asked, "Litte Hope, any thoughts on Baby’s hundred-day celebration?"

Before Hope could respond, Waylon said, "Don’t let her think about it."

Alitzel was puzzled, "Why?"

"Thinking is too tiring."

Hope was taken aback.

"Cough..." Wyatt Lewis choked on his food, "Bro, are you treating sis-in-law like a pig?"

Hope blinked, suddenly feeling this description oddly fitting her current state.

Mainly in charge of eating, playing, and sleeping, without moving her legs, hands, or brain.

In the midst of peeling shrimp for Hope, Waylon shot Wyatt a glance, "I pamper my wife, any objections?"

Wyatt quickly waved his hand, "No objections, none."

Hope pursed her lips, turning to Alitzel, "Mom, it’s still early for Baby’s hundred-day celebration, no rush." noveldrama

Baby was not even two months old yet, quite early indeed before the celebration.

"It’s indeed early; we’ll plan it later."

Hope nodded in agreement, "Alright."

After dinner, Hope sat in the living room with Luke and Willow, while Waylon adeptly cradled Baby, lulling him to sleep.

Baby was well-fed, quietly curious in Waylon’s arms, occasionally smiling at him.

Waylon’s expression softened naturally as he looked at this fragrant little one.

Wyatt watched his brother’s growing knack for childcare, chuckling, "Who would have thought my brother, the mighty Lewis Clan CEO, would start a dad life at home."

Hope’s eyes shone with laughter as she hadn’t expected Waylon to skillfully care for Baby either.

Sitting nearby, munching on some fruit a servant just brought, Alitzel glanced at her second son, "When will you let me hold a grandchild too? Look at your brother, he’s got Luke, Willow, and now Baby, while you’re still single. You’re not getting any younger; I don’t expect much from you, but at least bring me a daughter-in-law."

Wyatt’s eyelid twitched as his mother bombarded him with words, involuntarily recalling the confident face of Aria Richardson.

Seeing Wyatt lost in thought and unresponsive, Alitzel took a deep breath, went over, and pinched his ear, eyes full of warning, "Did you hear me, you rebellious boy?"

Wyatt whimpered in pain, "Mom, mom, lighten up, I heard you, I heard you."

As soon as Alitzel let go, Wyatt immediately sprang away, rubbing his ear and muttering, "You really are my mom."

Frustrated, Alitzel lifted her hand, "I truly..."

Wyatt dodged swiftly.

"Mom."

Hope watched Wyatt about to be punished, stepped forward to pull Alitzel’s arm, giving Wyatt a look to run.

As sharp as Wyatt was, he immediately dashed away.

Watching him leave, Alitzel sighed deeply, "Look at him, swaggering like that, really frustrating."

"Mom, Wyatt is quite proper when he gets serious."

"Don’t defend that boy for me. By the way, Litte Hope, does that boy have feelings for your friend?"

Hope blinked, "You noticed too?"

"Of course, over those days in Y Country, he was always looking at her. I wouldn’t believe it if he didn’t have some interest, but I just don’t know if he’s serious this time."

Alitzel knew her son’s temperament, being passionate for three minutes, with girlfriends changing one after another before.

She originally worried about Waylon being too cold to find a wife, not even stressing over Wyatt’s marriage, but now it’s the opposite.

Waylon has three in six years, while Wyatt remains single.

Alitzel shook her head, truly enough to give her a headache.

Hope pondered a bit, "I think Wyatt is serious this time."

"Really?" Alitzel’s eyes lit up.

"Yes, but the Richardson Family plans to ally with the Knox Family."

"What?" Alitzel’s voice shot up, standing abruptly from the sofa.

Startled by Alitzel’s reaction, Hope recoiled slightly.

Alitzel, fuming, pointed to the door, "That lazy boy is still playing outside. His wife-to-be is about to belong to someone else, and he’s still not anxious."

Hope curled her lips, tugging Alitzel’s arm, "Mom, mom, let’s calm down first."

"I can’t calm down. Finally found someone he likes; we can’t let her go so easily. Come on, Litte Hope."

Alitzel hastily pulled Hope up, and Hope quickly slipped on her slippers, "Wait, wait, mom, where are we going?"

"To propose marriage."

Hope was taken aback, "Now?"

"Nowadays, exceptional girls are highly sought after. Delay a second, and my son won’t have a wife. I saw that Knox boy pick her up at the airport."

Hope halted, seeing Alitzel’s stance resembled a rush to snatch a bride.

"But Aria and Mr. Knox are currently boyfriend and girlfriend; meddling might not be proper."

"Then what to do? How about this, Litte Hope, come with me tomorrow to buy some gifts, and we’ll visit the Richardson Family, to test the waters subtly. How about that? If they break up or if the alliance fails, we’ll step in."

Hope couldn’t help laughing, noting Alitzel’s real urgency, "Alright."

"Tell me more about what the girl likes, so I can prepare something she favors."

"Enough talk, my wife needs to sleep." Waylon came over, his expression unwavering, silently pulling Hope into his embrace.

Alitzel glanced at the time, "It’s only ten."

"Yes, quite late." Waylon was already leading Hope upstairs, his tone allowing no dispute.

"The two of you go upstairs to sleep too; don’t make me carry you up."

Luke and Willow obediently stood, bid Alitzel goodnight, and trotted up the stairs.

Alitzel, "...."

She felt as if Waylon was parenting four kids, coaxing the little ones first, then the big ones, and the two smaller ones next.

...

Tonight’s situation was surely unfair to Aria Richardson, as Alexander Knox caught up with her in the underground parking lot, her expression far from pleased.

"Aria." Alexander took her hand, "Please don’t leave yet."

"Weren’t you going to see Miss Armstrong off? Why aren’t you doing it?"

Alexander hopelessly gripped both her shoulders, "Please don’t be upset. Today, Lily was innocent. My parents brought her first, then grandma sent her out, and now she has no car to return; it’s only right that I see her back."

Aria nodded, "Then go see her off, why come to me, go on."