After leaving the Parker Family estate, Waylon Lewis and Hope Williams went straight home.
Seeing Waylon trailing closely behind her with an expression full of grievance, Hope couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. Turning around, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"Are you mad at me?"
Hope suppressed the smile tugging at her lips. "Do you think I'm like you, Stingy Lewis?"
Waylon reached out and wrapped his arms around Hope.
Hope let out a soft chuckle, tilting her head to look at him. "Why do you think I'm mad?"
Waylon raised a brow. "The way you glared at me back at the Parker Family's house—wasn't it saying you'd settle accounts with me when we got home?"
"What's there to settle accounts for? Because of your face that attracts all kinds of trouble?" Hope smiled and shook her head. "I'm not that petty."
Waylon paused for a moment.
"I need to tell you something."
"Hmm?"
Waylon held her tighter, his expression unusually solemn.
