Hope Williams left without hesitation and walked to the car. Shaw Stone opened the back door, and Hope was slightly startled to see the man sitting inside.
Waylon Lewis frowned deeply, holding a black phone as he made a call. Hearing the commotion, he gestured for her to get into the car first.
Hope came to her senses and got into the car.
Waylon hung up the phone at that moment.
There was a dark cloud between his brows, and his presence exuded an oppressive intensity.
Hope could sense that something was off about Waylon.
Was it because of the phone call earlier? Or was it related to this matter?
Hope pressed her lips together, her lashes trembling slightly. "Waylon Lewis, what's wrong?"
Waylon grabbed Hope's hand and pulled her into his arms. Unlike his usual embrace, this time it was tight and forceful, as if he wanted to meld her into his bones.
Hope felt increasingly uneasy about Waylon's behavior.
But she didn't say anything, allowing him to hold her.
