Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1024: What Are You Trying to Pull in Broad Daylight?
Knock, knock, knock.
Ann Vaughn knocked on the study door, waited three seconds, and then pushed the door open.
The air was thick with the scent of medicine. Not seeing Cyrus Hawthorne in front of the desk, Ann Vaughn glanced around, until her gaze finally settled on a figure in front of the sofa.
"Cyrus Hawthorne, I have something to say..." Ann Vaughn walked lightly to his back, about to speak, but paused suddenly, "Where are you injured?"
Several bottles of topical medicine for wounds, as well as swelling and pain relief meds, were placed on the low glass table.
Ann Vaughn leaned forward, and happened to see a blood-stained bandage thrown in the black trash can...
Cyrus Hawthorne nonchalantly hid his right hand under his sleeve, slightly turned his body, just avoiding her gaze, his thin lips curling into a faint smile, "You have something to say to me?"
"Forget that for now. Where are you hurt? Let me see." Ann Vaughn frowned slightly, leaning forward over the sofa to visually inspect his body.
But as soon as she leaned close, her soft red lips were captured by Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips and teeth, teasingly kissing and nibbling, coaxing her to open her tightly clenched teeth and invade smoothly.
When their tongues touched, a current of electricity ran through their bodies, tingling all the way to the back of their heads.
A seemingly ordinary kiss, yet inexplicably stirring.
When the kiss ended, Ann Vaughn felt so weak she could hardly stand, leaning her upper body against the sofa to stay upright, her cheeks blushing, her eyes like misty autumn water, with a charm between innocence and allure.
Just seeing her like this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze grew even deeper and more fiery.
"Who told you to kiss me right now?" Ann Vaughn glared at Cyrus Hawthorne, but her voice was soft and sweet, as if soaked in honey.
It held no threat at all.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips curled into a smile, he raised his left hand to pinch her flushed cheek, his voice filled with amusement: "Sorry, couldn’t help myself."
Ann Vaughn huffed, "Your ancestor’s upset, hurry and appease me."
"Little ancestor, how would you like me to appease you?"
"Let me see your wound."
"You must be mistaken." Cyrus Hawthorne explained to her in a gentle voice, "Sept is the one who’s injured, these medicines are for him."
Ann Vaughn looked at him with an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?" but couldn’t find any clues.
Cyrus Hawthorne pressed on the back of Ann Vaughn’s head with one hand, his lips curling into a smile as he leaned close to her ear, "If you don’t believe me, I’d be more than happy to prove it to you."
"How?"
Just as she was puzzled, Ann Vaughn heard a few low words by her ear.
Ann Vaughn: !!!
A flush crept up her heart, and she immediately pushed Cyrus Hawthorne away, "Cyrus! What do you mean by this in broad daylight!"
Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, "What, did I say something wrong?"
Ann Vaughn: "..."
She didn’t want to argue with him anymore about this, she even forgot why she had come, and left in a huff.
After she left, the smile on Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips slowly faded, then he opened the black box on the desk, took out a thin, flesh-colored crystalline layer, and meticulously applied it to his right hand. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Soon, the scars on his right hand were completely covered, without a trace showing.
In the shadows, Sept hesitated to speak, finally sighing in his heart.
...
On the way to Vaughn Clinic, the traffic was a bit jammed. Ann Vaughn gradually calmed down, writing out the prescription for Mr. and Mrs. Ed, and sent it to them via text message.
Unexpectedly, the other party was overjoyed upon receiving her message.
— Ed: It’s so great that you’re alive! Did that man do anything to you?
Ann Vaughn was a bit puzzled, typing back to ask why he would ask that.
Ed recounted the incident when Cyrus Hawthorne appeared at the ranch, his words revealing residual fear, thinking he had come to seek revenge.
Ann Vaughn looked surprised, initially thinking it was because she had been taken to the patrol station that Cyrus Hawthorne found her whereabouts.
She hadn’t expected him to find the ranch so quickly.
No wonder Eli Sheridan told her to prepare herself before leaving, as he had already guessed she could hide for a while, but not forever.
Luckily, Ann Vaughn didn’t plan to hide from Cyrus Hawthorne forever, so she wasn’t disappointed.
"Miss Vaughn, we’re here." The driver’s reminder pulled Ann Vaughn back from her thoughts.
After thanking the driver, Ann Vaughn got out of the car and headed to Vaughn Clinic.
Sherry was just about to call Ann Vaughn when she saw her coming in from the door, looking overjoyed as she went over to pull her.
"Dean Hale from the National Research Institute has been here for a while already. I was about to call you! Go over quickly, Dean Hale is waiting for you in the lounge!!"
Ann Vaughn had heard of this big name, Sean Hale from The National Research Institute, but had never seen him, nor had any prior contact.
Why would he suddenly come looking for her today?
With doubts in her mind, Ann Vaughn knocked on the lounge door and saw Dean Hale standing in front of an ink painting, hands clasped behind his back, his expression indiscernible.
"Dean Hale, I heard you were looking for me?"
"When you submitted the longevity formula, I wanted to meet you. I just happened to have free time today, so I came uninvited. I hope you don’t mind." Dean Hale turned around, speaking to Ann Vaughn with a humble demeanor.
"Of course not." Ann Vaughn secretly relaxed, then invited Dean Hale to sit down, and used the tea set on the table to brew a pot of tea, pouring him a cup first.
Dean Hale took a sip of tea, appreciating it, "I didn’t expect that besides your medical skills, you also have such deep expertise in the art of tea."
Compared to Chief Lynch’s fondness for wine, Dean Hale’s passion for tea was no less.
With just one sip, he could determine the quality of a cup of tea.
Ann Vaughn smiled slightly, composed, "You’re too kind. By the way, I was wondering if there was anything important you needed today?"
Calculating the time from when she submitted the formula to now, The National Research Institute should have already begun clinical trials.
But even though Ann Vaughn submitted the formula, details wouldn’t be disclosed by the Institute until results were available.
"Indeed, there is." Dean Hale put down the teacup, took out an invitation, and handed it to Ann Vaughn. "Imperial University is hosting a seminar tomorrow, and I hope you can attend."
Taking the invitation, Ann Vaughn was slightly surprised. If she recalled correctly, this seminar was only open to students of the university and specific groups; it was difficult for outsiders to attend.
Seeing Ann Vaughn’s confusion, Dean Hale smiled and explained, "Rules are rules made by people, they can be broken."
Provided that the person has the qualifications to warrant an exception from Imperial University.
Evidently, Ann Vaughn fit the bill perfectly.
Moreover, Dean Hale wanted to recruit her into The National Research Institute, so giving her a heads-up would make future matters less complicated.
