When Waylon Lewis came back, Hope Williams had already finished work and was waiting for him downstairs.
Waylon Lewis hurried over and held Hope Williams's hand.
Hope Williams glanced up at him, "Where did you go?"
Waylon Lewis paused, "Met with a friend."
"For so long, wasn't it supposed to be just a while?" Hope Williams tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with curiosity, her expression a little puffed up.
*Hope Williams felt like he was hiding something from her, often avoiding talking to her.*
*He had never been like this before.*
Waylon Lewis comfortingly rubbed her cheek, "I really just met a friend."
Hope Williams slapped his hand away, looking at him seriously.
Waylon Lewis unconsciously stood up straight, ready to obediently listen to his wife's words, "What's wrong?"
"I was thinking," Hope Williams spoke slowly, "Waylon Lewis, did you..."
"Hmm?"
"Have someone else outside?"
Waylon Lewis, "?"
Hope Williams looked at Thomas Hughes, "You tell me."