Chapter 104: Chapter 104 The Most Anticipated Day, The Greatest Regret
At the dinner table, Hope Williams served everyone their meal, with Luke and Willow sitting side by side, and Waylon Lewis sat beside Hope Williams.
This was the first time the four of them sat down to eat together, but the atmosphere was unavoidably strange.
Waylon Lewis glanced at the table full of dishes, then looked sideways at Hope Williams, “Did you make all of this?”
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“Aunt Thompson made it,” said Hope Williams.
Just then, Aunt Thompson, who was carrying the last bowl of soup, hastily said, “Miss Williams is being modest. I only washed the vegetables. Miss Williams stir-fried all these dishes. Sir, you can have a taste. Miss Williams’ cooking is really excellent.”
Luke offered Waylon Lewis a piece of fish, “Mommy made very tasty food.”
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Waylon Lewis picked up that piece of fish and took a bite.
The fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, free of any fishy taste while preserving its freshness. It was delicious.
He had always heard Wyatt Lewis mention how tasty the food that Hope Williams cooked was.
At this moment, Waylon Lewis felt immensely regretful, having let Wyatt Lewis eat his wife’s cooking for so many years.
Waylon Lewis could not help but frown; that boy had gotten too good of a deal.
Seeing Waylon Lewis frown, Hope Williams tentatively asked, “Does it taste bad?”
Waylon Lewis’ slender fingers moved his chopsticks, “No, it’s delicious, better than anything I’ve eaten before.”
“Right? I’m not lying. Our Mommy makes the best food in the whole world,” the two little ones said proudly.
Waylon Lewis’s deep eyes held a smile as he nodded in agreement.
Receiving such high praise, Hope Williams smiled somewhat bashfully and chided, “It’s not as good as you two are making it out to be. Alright, eat up; it’s going to get cold if you don’t.”
Hope Williams served the two little ones their food.
The meal went on exceptionally harmoniously, and after dinner, Hope Williams and Aunt Thompson started to clean up the dishes. Suddenly, the load in her hand lightened as Waylon Lewis took the bowl from her and placed it in the kitchen sink.
Aunt Thompson, being experienced, could clearly see the affection Waylon Lewis held for Hope Williams, and moreover, Luke looked exactly like him—a clear sign of being the child’s father.
As they entered the kitchen, Aunt Thompson very considerately began to tidy up the table outside.
“I’ll do it,” Hope Williams said as she saw Waylon Lewis rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a stretch of muscular forearm, clearly preparing to wash the dishes.
In Hope Williams’ memory, this man had a strong aversion to uncleanliness and never set foot in the kitchen, let alone wash the dishes.
“Go sit down.”
His pale and slender hand reached under the water, picking up a bowl. His movements were adept yet clumsy, showing he clearly had never washed dishes before.
Hope Williams didn’t argue further and just stood behind him, quietly watching, with a gentle smile tinged with a bit of bitterness. She couldn’t help but feel her eyes redden.
It wasn’t because Waylon Lewis was helping her wash the dishes.
It was because today’s myriad of things—a warm home, a gentle husband, adorable children, and a simple life—was what she longed for most in the past.
But now, it seemed like she had it, yet at the same time, she didn’t. Her husband had become her ex-husband; this was her and her children’s home, and he had his own.
It turned into regret.
If the Waylon Lewis of before had even half of his current goodness, how wonderful that would have been.
Unfortunately,
There was no going back.
Hope Williams turned and left the kitchen.
After Waylon Lewis finished washing the dishes and came out, he saw Hope Williams watching TV with Luke and Willow.
The woman was holding both children, her delightful laugh and smiles so beautiful that they defied description.
Only then did Waylon Lewis realize how much he had failed to cherish her.
The rain had stopped, and it was time for Waylon Lewis to say goodbye.
Hope Williams walked Waylon Lewis to the door, raising her little hand to wave at him, cautioning, “The ground is slippery after the rain; drive slowly.”
“Are you worried about me?” he asked with a hint of teasing in his voice.
“…” Hope Williams choked, sounding like a doting wife giving her husband careful instructions before he went out.
“No, I just don’t want you to die on the road.”
Waylon Lewis laughed softly, lifting his hand to naturally tousle Hope Williams’ hair, “I’m off then. Don’t forget tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Hope Williams thought carefully before remembering that tomorrow was the weekend, and she had promised him.
Hope Williams nodded, “I can make it, but like I said, I can’t guarantee I’ll have time.”
Hope Williams was a doctor, and with so many patients in the hospital, it was impossible for her to leave if something unexpected happened.
Waylon Lewis understood and nodded, “Okay, get back inside.”
Waylon Lewis turned and left, and Hope Williams closed the door, as if the warm little home and the outside world were separated by different worlds.
The gentle expression on Waylon Lewis’ face was replaced by his usual stern coldness as he re-entered his own cold world.
After being thrown out of the Lewis Family, Joy Ward could only retreat back to her own home in disgrace, with the sound of glassware breaking perpetually echoing through the upscale villa.
“Ah! It’s that bitch Hope Williams, she’s the one who caused all this, I swear I’ll kill her,” fumed Joy Ward, her face contorted with rage.
Kaeli Thompson and Father Ward sat heavily on the sofa with grave expressions. This time, Joy Ward had offended the Lewis Family. If they no longer supported the Ward Family or even began to suppress them, the Ward Family would surely face a catastrophe.
“Enough! Have you gone mad enough? If you’ve finished, then think of a way to win back Waylon Lewis’s heart,” Father Ward commanded with authority.
“Yes, Joy, listen to your dad, calm down,” Kaeli Thompson urged with concern.