Chapter 52 Hope Williams Goes Fishing

"..." Hope Williams gritted her teeth, her tone suddenly changing as she sneered coldly, "Is that my problem, or is President Lewis just being jealous?"

"Heh." The man's jaw tightened slightly as he let out a low chuckle, "Do you think you're worthy of my jealousy? You were once my woman, and now, even if I don't want you, no one else is allowed to lay a finger on you, get it?"

A layer of frost coated Waylon Lewis's handsome face as his domineering words directly assailed her heart.

Hope's expression stiffened slightly as she stared coldly at Waylon Lewis, "You're sick, and you need treatment. I suggest you see a psychiatrist."

"I'll take your advice." Waylon Lewis's thin lips curled up mockingly as he reached out his long fingers to lightly adjust her tousled hair.

Hope blinked, utterly confused about what this man really wanted to do. Such an intimate gesture, however, elicited gasps from those around them.