Hope Williams listened as the other party finished their fluent introduction and then it dawned on her, "Hmm, do you need anything right now?"
"Just wanted to ask if you are coming to the company tomorrow?" Elizabeth Summer tentatively asked.
Hope’s eyes shifted and she did not immediately agree, "It depends."
The other party paused for two seconds, "Well then, let me know when you are coming to the office, I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up."
A few strands of laughter twinkled in Hope’s clear eyes, "Okay."
"Then President Williams, I won’t disturb you any longer, goodbye."
"Wait, send me the recent project materials that Ansen is developing."
There was another pause on the other end, clearly not expecting Hope to suddenly ask to see the development project materials.
"What, is that a problem?"
"No, of course not, but it’s a bit late today, can I send it to you tomorrow?"
"Well then, goodbye President Williams."
"Goodbye." Hope hung up the phone, toying with it in her hand, her mind filled with thoughts—it seems she really does need to make a trip to the office tomorrow.
After taking a shower and returning to her room, Hope naturally snuggled into Waylon Lewis’ arms.
Waylon was lying with his eyes closed, appearing to be asleep.
He had been terribly busy these past two days and hadn’t gotten proper rest at all.
Looking at Waylon’s closed eyes and his handsome face right in front of her, she unconsciously reached out, quietly tracing his deep, impeccable features.
It had to be said that he was indeed flawless in his looks.
"Your face is really incredibly handsome," Hope murmured softly to herself unintentionally.
A gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips, she slowly leaned in, lifted her head, closed her eyes, and gently kissed his lips.
Feeling the softness on his lips, the corners of the man’s mouth slowly curved into a smile.
When Hope opened her eyes, her gaze crashed into his smiling eyes.
Reacting instinctively with a startle, Hope scooted back a bit.
Only to be pulled back into his arms.
"Stealing a kiss from me?"
Hope tensed up, her face flushing with embarrassment, "You... weren’t you just asleep?"
Hope blinked hard, biting her lower lip, "I..."
"Want to kiss me again?"
"Ah? No, no, no more."
Waylon’s thin lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile, he changed position, pressing her down, his head descending to plant a precise kiss.
Hope curled up, allowing him to kiss her.
"You initiated it tonight and now you’re trying to run?"
Stunned, Hope sounded like a frightened little bunny, murmuring softly, "I thought you were asleep."
Little did she know you were just resting with your eyes closed...
Waylon chuckled lowly, his hand stroking her hair, his gentle black eyes sweeping over her face.
With their bodies extremely close in such an intimate pose, the air around them unconsciously grew scorching hot.
He leaned in, Hope’s eyelashes quivered lightly as she parted her lips slightly, welcoming his kiss.
Her cooperation evidently pleased Waylon immensely, a smile involuntarily spreading across his lips.
"Hold on." Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, Hope suddenly remembered something and pushed against Waylon’s chest.
"We’re still carrying the baby, we should not get too carried away, let’s get some sleep."
Hope being pregnant meant Waylon had already been cautious about touching her, now even kisses and hugs had to be limited.
Suddenly, Waylon felt that this little one was indeed a bit of trouble.
"Besides, you have work tomorrow."
"Hmm? You’ve been in A city for the past few days, isn’t there a lot of work at your company?"
Waylon pulled her tightly into his arms, sighing helplessly, "There is, but I want to stay home with you."
"Ah? But I can’t be at home."
Hope tilted her head, "I have lots to do, I’m planning to check on Ansen tomorrow, so I can’t stay home."
Waylon’s brows darkened slightly, "Old Lady Williams just gave you trouble, why not rest for a day before going."
"There’s no more time to rest, I’ve taken three days off from the hospital and need to go there again tomorrow."
Waylon, his head against her hair, exhaled a helpless sigh, "You’re busier than me."