Hope Williams was about to speak when Waylon Lewis’s car slowly came to a stop.
The heavy rain fell on the sleek car, the door opened, and there was Waylon Lewis in a black coat, stepping out from under an umbrella. As he walked towards her, an air of endless nobility followed.
Hope Williams looked at the approaching figure, her lips curved up slightly as she watched him stop in front of her, slightly tilting her head up, "You’re here."
The moment Waylon Lewis saw the woman, his eyes were filled with tenderness.
He glanced at Thomas Hughes standing to the side, who, receiving his boss’s gaze, immediately pulled out a bag containing a coat.
Next second, a warmth enveloped Hope Williams’s slightly cold body.
Waylon Lewis draped the coat over her, personally threading her arms into the sleeves and meticulously buttoning it up for her.
Then he wrapped her in his arms, "It’s cold, let’s go back."
Hope Williams’s eyes glistened slightly as warmth flowed through her chest, "Okay."
Hope Williams glanced at Aria Richardson, then swept her gaze over Alexander Knox and finally returned to Aria, "Are you sure your driver is coming for you?"
Aria Richardson pursed her lips and looked up sadly at the man next to her, nodding pitifully, "Mhm, you guys go ahead, don’t worry about me."
Hope Williams was a bit concerned but seeing that Alexander Knox’s gaze was fixed on Aria and he didn’t seem to plan on leaving, her eyes flickered with understanding and she nodded, "Then I won’t worry about you."
"Mhm, you go ahead and don’t catch a cold."
Staying here any longer, Demon King Lewis might shred her with his gaze.
Hope Williams looked at the two with a meaningful smile, "Alright then." Turning her head to Waylon Lewis, "Let’s go."
Waylon Lewis took the umbrella from Thomas Hughes, opened it, and tightly held Hope Williams as they got into the car and left.
Once in the car, Waylon Lewis glanced at Alexander Knox, asking lightly, "Why is he here?"
Hope Williams looked at the complex and entangled pair outside and shrugged, "Who knows."
She could tell he was there for Aria, but Aria seemed to be avoiding him, something must have happened between them.
Hope Williams sighed profoundly, the car started, and she withdrew her gaze.
"What are you looking at?"
"Looking at them," Hope Williams turned to Waylon Lewis, "What’s wrong?"
Waylon Lewis’s face darkened slightly, Hope watching his expression chuckle lightly, lifting her hand to lightly poke his handsome face, "Waylon Lewis, you really are a green-eyed monster."
"Good that you know," Waylon Lewis drew her close to his side.
Hope Williams’s smile remained, tilting her head up, "Then I won’t look at anyone else, just you, is that okay?"
Waylon Lewis was very pleased with this suggestion; his dark eyes gazing at her, both tender and intense.
"I think that’s very acceptable."
Hope Williams chuckled.
Amidst the conversation, Hope Williams didn’t realize that by tilting her head up, she had given Waylon Lewis the perfect angle to kiss her.
Hope Williams paused, about to lower her head, but the man didn’t give her a chance.
His curved fingers hooked her chin, pulling her face back to him.
Hope Williams coughed lightly, her gaze flickering towards Thomas Hughes driving in front, the next second, the car’s divider slowly rose.
Right as Hope was about to speak, the man sealed her lips with his.
The embrace in the car was tense, Hope instinctively shrinking back.
But the man didn’t give her the chance, holding her close, his cool lips grinding against hers, his tongue skillfully prying open her lips.
Between breaths was the man’s clean and pleasant scent, Hope let him kiss her, tentatively responding, the kiss unconsciously deepening, and her cheeks unwittingly flushed a few shades.
Being in the car, Waylon Lewis still showed restraint, slowly letting her go.
Hope Williams clutched tightly at the clothes on his chest, her breathing hurried.
Waylon Lewis kissed her forehead, his voice low and joyful by her ear.
"You’re getting weak, even getting out of breath from a kiss."
Hope Williams clenched her fist and playfully punched him in the chest, her cheeks blushing from his teasing, "That’s your fault."
Waylon Lewis chuckled lightly, "It’s mine, I haven’t taken you for exercise lately, your stamina isn’t what it used to be, after the baby is born, I’ll make it up to you..."
Hope Williams hurriedly covered his mouth, preventing him from saying anything more inappropriate.
Her meaning was clear; he kissed passionately, always waiting until she was out of breath before he was willing to let go; how could she not be?
Waylon Lewis caught Hope Williams’s hand, pressing it to his chest, delightfully chuckling twice.
Aria Richardson looked up at the sky; the rain showed no signs of stopping, she anxiously glanced at the man standing next to her.
"Why aren’t you leaving yet?"
"Has your driver not arrived yet?"
Both spoke simultaneously.
A moment of silence hung in the air, an awkward atmosphere spreading.
Indeed, Aria knew when Waylon Lewis came to pick up Hope Williams, she had called her driver over, but just a minute ago, the driver mentioned a traffic jam, needing about half an hour more.
Aria felt despair, the most frustrating part was the man beside her showed no signs of leaving.
Aria bit her lip, then ventured to ask, "Are you waiting for someone?"
Alexander Knox nodded, "Mhm."
Aria relaxed slightly, also chiding herself for being presumptuous, realizing he was waiting for someone else.
"Don’t know how long this person will make me wait."
Alexander Knox spoke in a subdued voice, his gaze lightly resting on Aria.
Aria paused, he seemed to be talking about her.
After a thought, she warned herself not to be presumptuous.
Never mind, better not talk, talking makes it awkward.
This driver, why isn’t he coming yet?
"How long till your driver arrives?"
Just as Aria internally screamed, the man beside her spoke slowly again.
Aria blinked her eyes, "Should be...soon, I guess."
"It should roughly maybe probably... be half an hour."
Alexander Knox responded.
Aria didn’t know what he meant by asking so much, deliberately turning away, choosing not to look at him.
Alexander Knox raised his arm, glanced at the time, sighed lightly, then seeing Aria’s myriad of big and small bags, "I’ll take you, it’s rush hour now, and with the rain, it’s unlikely your driver will make it in half an hour."