Chapter 153 We Play Slowly

Alexander Knox looked at Hope Williams apologetically.

If Alexander could see through the thoughts, how could Hope not understand them?

Just then, a cold feeling suddenly rose behind her.

When Hope turned around, she saw a tall figure standing behind her, his tense and handsome face emanating a fierce chill.

"Brother Waylon, you're here? I just happened to see, Sister Hope and Alexander..."

Waylon Lewis's gaze shifted from Hope, gradually moving onto Alexander.

His fists clenched, anger flaring in his eyes, it seemed as though he was about to throw a punch.

Hope stepped forward quickly and grabbed his hand.

Waylon turned his head to look at her.

Her sparkling eyes were blinking at him.

The next moment, she tiptoed, wrapping her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cool, thin lips.

Waylon's body trembled, his pupils constricted, disbelief flickering through them. By the time he realized what was happening, her soft lips had already left his.