Hope Williams blinked her eyes. Seeing Waylon Lewis, whom she hadn't seen for two days, her eyes lit up as she ran two steps forward and unhesitatingly threw herself into his arms.
With her soft and fragrant body pressing against him, Waylon tightened his arms around her, and his previously empty heart felt whole in that moment.
Hope tilted her chin upward, staring at the tense expression on the man's handsome face, his aura clearly radiating anger.
Hope knew all too well—he was mad.
Evidently, he had overheard everything just now. A faint sense of guilt welled up inside Hope.
"Waylon, I missed you so much. Did you miss me?" Hope asked as she gazed at him with stars in her eyes, her smile becoming even more radiant.
Waylon looked at Hope's ingratiating smile, his anger undiminished. "No."
"No? Really, not even a little bit?"
Waylon kept a cold expression and said nothing.
