Hope was just about to step forward to stop him when Waylon Lewis grabbed her and pinned her onto the bed.
Alarmed, Hope asked, "Wait, Waylon! Luke and Willow have come back, why did you lock them outside?"
Waylon wouldn't let go of her, his deep voice tinged with grievance, "During the day you're learning medicine from Old Ortiz, and whenever you have time you run to the hospital. Those kids come back and still want to occupy you, then at night, there's another little one you have to coax and comfort. What about me? I should at least get my turn, right?"
A whole month, an entire month.
Waylon felt that if he didn't keep chasing after his wife, she wouldn't even remember him.
Hope looked at Waylon's resentful expression and froze, then couldn't help but giggle.
Those two kids? That little one?
This was how Waylon referred to his children.
