Hope Williams smiled, "I'm not that temperamental. If I stayed angry, I'd be the first to get depressed. There are just some things I haven't figured out yet, but let's leave it at that."
The answers she sought were probably only ones Noah Carter could provide.
Thinking more about it would be superfluous.
Waylon Lewis held Hope Williams, his brows deepened, and he gently kissed her forehead, tenderly saying, "Come on, let's go have dinner."
"Okay."
After dinner, Hope Williams spent time with Luke and Willow in the living room.
Waylon Lewis went to the study, where Thomas Hughes stood respectfully in front of him.
"Boss, did you need something?"
Waylon Lewis sat in the executive chair, fiddling with an exquisite pen in his hand.
His handsome face was tense as he pondered deeply.
"Go check on Noah Carter."
Thomas Hughes paused, his question slipping out, "Boss, are you suspecting Mr. Carter and your wife..."
He cut himself off halfway, nearly slapping himself.
