Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1043: All Just to Make Me Go Soft

Julian Ford: ?

Evan Sawyer: ?

When your sister-in-law called you just now, you weren’t so cold and heartless as a brother.

Their strong brotherhood just breaks apart like that??

Of course, leaving is out of the question.

They didn’t come here late at night from the nightlife for a few bites of dog food just to leave!

The two dummies thickened their skin and slid into the villa, then sat grandly on the sofa with an expression of "we won’t leave," as if that was taking advantage of Cyrus Hawthorne.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression was calm; he turned his head and instructed the servant to bring a pot of tea, then threw a stack of paper documents onto the table.

"What’s this?" Julian Ford picked up one document and quickly glanced over the first page before his gaze suddenly changed. He looked up and asked Cyrus Hawthorne, "Are you sure Hex didn’t make a mistake? He just woke up from a coma; his mind might not be very clear yet?"

If everything written on the paper is true, it’s just too absurd.

Evan Sawyer was more composed than Julian Ford; he finished reading all the documents before concluding, "The biggest issue right now is that after Hex and the others were exposed, Zeus Base suddenly vanished, and tracking its position using previous methods is no longer viable."

In a base monitored everywhere, it’s already surprising that Hex and the others could hide for so long.

Not to mention... he also discovered the real identity of the owner behind Zeus Base.

"The data won’t be wrong," Cyrus Hawthorne looked down as he sipped tea, his stern face unwavering. "Julian, you’re familiar with intelligence work; investigate the last known location of The Golden Palace."

"That’s not a problem." Julian Ford immediately understood his intention and nodded in agreement.

The outside world collectively refers to The Golden Palace as "Mirage." It opens once every ten years, and each time it opens, a sandstorm ensues in the surrounding area, making it hard to approach.

Once the sandstorm stops, the palace disappears as suddenly as it appeared.

This is similar to Zeus Base, which can’t be found on maps or even located by satellites.

"Speaking of which, brother, aren’t you planning to tell your sister-in-law about this?" Julian Ford continued, "She doesn’t have her previous memories now; it might not affect her in the short term, but if she finds out in the future that the person constantly wanting her dead is your father, it might not be good for your relationship."

The owner behind Zeus Base turned out to be Nathan Hawthorne, who had been missing for more than twenty years, and also Cyrus Hawthorne’s biological father.

There’s probably nothing more absurd than this.

"I have my plan," said Cyrus Hawthorne indifferently.

Evan Sawyer furrowed his brows, hesitating, "You’re not still planning to stick to the original plan, are you? After all, he’s your father..."

"So what." Cyrus Hawthorne set down his teacup, a glint of determination in his dark eyes, his expression unreadable, "He’s already involved my woman; how can he expect me to treat him kindly?"

...

In the room upstairs.

The recent events almost made Ann Vaughn ashamed to the point where she could have dug out an entire ancient city with her toes.

She would only dare to mumble such words in front of Cyrus Hawthorne, but now that others had overheard, she felt suffocated.

Her embarrassment didn’t last long as Susie Sommers’s unconscious murmurings interrupted her thoughts.

Ann Vaughn quickly walked over to Susie Sommers, only to find her drenched in sweat, her brows tightly furrowed, her expression in deep distress.

"Go away... don’t come closer... get lost..."

Ann Vaughn felt a pang in her heart.

During their chat, Susie seemed in the mood for joking around with her, appearing no different from usual, and Ann had been relieved that today’s events hadn’t affected her.

But unexpectedly, the matter with Seth Lynn had indeed left a significant psychological shadow on her.

Ann Vaughn extracted a dried flower of snow reed from the Ten-faced Palace, lit it, and waited a few seconds until a faint blue smoke wafted out.

The light scent wasn’t overpowering but was refreshing, easing one’s fatigue entirely.

For those who were unwell, the effect was even more pronounced.

The painful expression on Susie Sommers’s face gradually eased, her brows released, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Ann Vaughn checked her pulse, finding it stable, and only then did she feel at ease.

Knock, knock.

When the knocking sounded, Ann Vaughn immediately guessed who was outside, her ears perking up in alert.

Worried about disturbing Susie Sommers, she reluctantly moved to the door, "I’m sleeping with Susie tonight; you can sleep in the guest room."

The great President Hawthorne, just sentenced to sleep in the guest room: "..."

"Open the door, I need to get my clothes."

Letting him in at this time meant Ann Vaughn would face embarrassment all over again; how could she agree?

"Which set do you want? I’ll get it for you."

There was a moment of silence outside, then Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice came with deeper meaning: "Are you sure?"

Ann Vaughn froze for a moment, and then she realized the implication behind his words, her cheeks instantly reddening.

She almost forgot about that!

The clothes he wanted to change into would naturally include...

"You, you come in and get them yourself!" Ann Vaughn’s composure broke, her face flushed as she unlocked the door, then she turned to escape.

Unfortunately, she was too late.

Cyrus Hawthorne anticipated her retreat; he stretched out his long arm, encircling her waist, and pinned her against the wall, kissing her without hesitation!

"Mph!"

Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes widened, and before she had any chance to resist, Cyrus Hawthorne breached her defenses. His warm lips and tongue skillfully swept through her sweet mouth, savaging her very essence.

The enticing warmth coaxed her lips and tongue, the colors of desire intense, as if seeking to pull her into mutual surrender.

In no time, Ann Vaughn felt her tongue tingling, her strength seemingly sapped by this man pressing down on her, her mind muddled into a mess.

Her body couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Amidst her chaotic thoughts, she remembered Susie Sommers was still in the room. Alarmed, she instinctively pushed against Cyrus Hawthorne, albeit feebly.

Perceiving her reluctance, Cyrus Hawthorne slowly released her swollen lips, his narrow, deep-set eyes swirling like a vortex ready to swallow her whole.

The sight made Ann Vaughn’s heart race; she hastily wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

Right after, she heard Cyrus Hawthorne say in a low voice, "So you were only pretending to be in pain and tired in bed before just to trick me into going easy on you."

Ann Vaughn’s petite body trembled.

Uh-oh, she was too caught up in embarrassment and inadvertently exposed what she should never have revealed.

In that aspect, Cyrus Hawthorne always considered her feelings. As long as she pretended to be uncomfortable or squeezed out a few tears, he never doubted she was pretending. Instead, he’d hold her, coax her, and wouldn’t continue any further.