Waylon Lewis's brows were tightly furrowed.
Hope Williams turned around in his embrace, her usually gentle gaze now somewhat heavy, "You must have known their identities long ago, right? From the first time they appeared."
"Yes," Waylon Lewis's eyes were complex, "They wanted to take you back, I was afraid you would leave me, so I kept it from you."
"Leave you? Waylon Lewis, why do you always think like that?"
Hope Williams didn't know if she hadn't given Waylon Lewis enough security, making him frequently afraid that she would leave him.
Hope Williams could feel that since they got back together, Waylon Lewis had been somewhat cautious in front of her.
As if afraid that if he did anything wrong, she would leave him.
But Hope Williams had given him everything: herself, her body, her heart, including the child she was now carrying. How could she possibly leave him for some unrelated people?
