"Okay, just this once, and no more."
Hope Williams blinked gently, "Then let's go home."
Waylon Lewis kissed her forehead before letting her go, and took her hand as they walked out.
"Did the guy you beat up just now die?"
"He deserved to die if he did," Waylon thought, a chill rising in his eyes.
When he had heard those words, he had wanted to skin that beast alive.
How dare he insult his treasure, who he held so carefully and cherished so deeply?
If Hope hadn't been there, if he hadn't feared dirtying her sight, he would have truly wanted to kill that beast.
Hope startled, "He really died? If he really did, that would indeed dirty your hands."
Waylon raised an eyebrow and smiled, ruffling Hope's hair, "He won't die."
Hope thought of his words and felt nauseous.
As Hope and Waylon walked to the car, Waylon opened the door, and from behind came a soft call, "Brother Waylon, Miss Williams."