Hope Williams raised her gaze slightly, glancing at Waylon Lewis sitting beside her, motionless with his eyes closed, though he likely wasn't asleep.
How could he possibly sleep while being this furious?
Hope steeled herself and leaned closer. "Waylon Lewis?"
Waylon's brows twitched slightly, but his eyelids remained shut.
"Waylon Lewis, which hotel did we book?"
Hope's tone was gentle as she leaned in closer to Waylon.
Waylon turned his head to face the window, leaving only his impeccably handsome profile visible to Hope.
Hope tugged at the corners of her lips and moved closer to him again.
Waylon didn't budge.
Hope leaned in yet again, and Waylon shifted slightly further away, still ignoring her.
Hope pressed her lips together tightly, completely at a loss.
Hope: "He's seriously ignoring me! What should I do?"
After a brief pause, Wyatt Lewis was likely mulling something over, and then he sent a voice message.
