Chapter 195: Willow, Let's Run Away from Home

A whirlwind sensation ensued, and Hope was pressed against the table, her shoulder strap effortlessly slipped off by the man.

His lips were about to descend when Hope quickly raised her hand to hold against his muscular chest.

"Wait a second."

"Wait for what?"

Suddenly remembering why she had worn this piece of fabric, Hope retorted, "Your mom said you were hugging Vivia Fuller. Confess and be lenient, resist and be punished. If you don't clarify this, don't even think about getting into my bed tonight."

Hope seemed to have caught Waylon by the tail and suddenly grew bolder.

"Is that what this is about?" Waylon gently brushed aside the bangs on Hope's forehead and tucked them behind her ear, "Jealous?"

"Heh, so it's true!"

"It was an accident; she sprained her ankle and bumped..."

"Wow, Waylon Lewis." Hope lifted her leg and shoved the man off of her with one kick.