Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1045: Strictly Controlled at Home

The male and female protagonists infiltrated the cruise where the suspect was for an investigation into the serial murder case, only to discover that there was more than one suspect.

One of them was the male protagonist’s immediate superior, famed as the industry’s detective.

The protagonists were nearly discovered by their superior’s men and, while escaping, inadvertently hid in the storage cabin, discussing their next move.

But as they discussed further, they somehow ended up in bed together!!

The film’s atmosphere had been completely stirred up by the sudden change in plot; most of the audience were couples, and seeing such scenes, it was hard to resist.

Sparks flew, and the sounds of kissing nearly drowned out the movie’s audio.

Before the images on the screen turned explicit, a distinctly jointed hand covered Ann Vaughn’s eyes while another hand lightly covered her ears.

Due to their proximity, Ann Vaughn inhaled Cyrus Hawthorne’s unique subtle cool scent, which along with the ambiguous moans in the movie, acted as a catalyst, burning her cheeks red.

"Cyrus Hawthorne, how could you bring me to watch this kind of movie?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes were covered, but her mouth wasn’t so she promptly complained.

A slightly hoarse laugh sounded right beside her ear.

"If I remember correctly, you chose this film," Cyrus Hawthorne leaned closer to Ann Vaughn’s ear and asked with a chuckle, "Am I not satisfying you?"

Ann Vaughn’s cheeks were already flushed and heated, and his words made her heart pound past the noise in her ears.

"What do you take me for! I picked this because of the high ratings, not—"

"Not what?"

"..."

Ann Vaughn simply closed her mouth, ignoring him.

She kept wondering why such a bland storyline had high ratings and attracted couples.

—Damn it, while investigating the case, the protagonists suddenly started rolling in bed. Of course, it got high ratings and attracted couples!!

Just from listening, Ann Vaughn became curious about how long they had been rolling since it hadn’t ended yet??

"Cyrus Hawthorne, remove your hand." Ann Vaughn tried to take Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand away; the screen’s flicker inadvertently illuminated her profile, which Cyrus Hawthorne clearly saw turning as crimson as blood.

Cyrus Hawthorne smiled silently, and as she wished, released his hand.

Ann Vaughn was about to look at the screen when her view was completely occupied by a magnified handsome face.

Warm lips pressed down, blocking her words, leaving only a trace of spring rain-like tenderness.

Leaving the cinema, Ann Vaughn dragged Cyrus Hawthorne to eat roasted marshmallows and sugar-coated chestnuts she craved, then headed to the mall.

Most of her clothes were prepared by Cyrus Hawthorne and Eli Sheridan, always having new fashion lined up; thus, she barely had any concept of shopping for clothes.

So, upon entering the mall, Ann Vaughn pulled Cyrus Hawthorne straight to the suit shop.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s suits were either black or silver-gray, occasionally deep blue, mostly cool colors, so Ann Vaughn picked him a few in different colors.

A moment later, the man stepped out of the fitting room in a tailored white suit, with one hand in his pocket, standing tall and slender, even doing nothing, like an out-of-the-ink-painting celestial immortal, elegant and extraordinary.

"Ah ah ah what is this godlike face!! It’s killing me ah ah!!"

"I thought men only looked good in black suits, but didn’t expect white to look so abstinent and cold, making one want to... slurp!"

"This face, this aura, in the entertainment industry could overshadow all male stars; is he perhaps a new artist signed by a company? Do I have a chance to spend money on him??"

"His legs aren’t legs; they’re spring water by the Seine ah ah ah I’m dead!!"

"The handsome guy looked at me... oh, he’s looking at the girl in front of him, aw aw aw is she his girlfriend? Is my relationship ending just as it starts?!!"

The once quiet suit shop suddenly became bustling, with more and more customers, mostly women.

Ann Vaughn listened to their chatter and looked at the stunningly handsome man before her, puckering her red lips slightly, and suddenly stood up, pushing him back into the fitting room.

"This one doesn’t look good! Let’s change!"

"Hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne cast a sidelong glance at her, "Who was the one fussing to have me try this?"

"..." Ann Vaughn choked and then weakly said, "This color doesn’t suit you; black is better suited. I’m thinking about your image!"

This face is already alluring enough; wearing white would only attract unnecessary love interests! Black should suppress it!

Cyrus Hawthorne looked thoughtfully at the sulking Ann Vaughn, said nothing, and went into the fitting room to change back.

However, while the suit was changed back, his charm couldn’t be concealed.

The exclamations in the suit store remained high, with voices even announcing "I declare this is my new husband," which made Ann Vaughn’s heart bubble with jealousy.

Jealousy aside, Ann Vaughn’s actions of picking suits didn’t falter.

But after checking out, she turned around, seeing several women approaching Cyrus Hawthorne with their phones, talking.

The bubbling jealousy in her heart boiled over!

Ann Vaughn held the bags and went over, ready to speak with a wooden face, when Cyrus Hawthorne’s arm wrapped around her waist.

In a daze, she then heard Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold, emotionless voice.

"Sorry, I’m strictly managed at home."

Ann Vaughn instantly softened at the ears, and the bubbling jealousy in her heart settled down.

The women holding phones, hoping to add him on WeChat, immediately deflated, giving Ann Vaughn a couple of unwilling glances before leaving.

After they left, Ann Vaughn reached out to pinch Cyrus Hawthorne’s arm, grunting, "President Hawthorne’s peach blossoms are blooming so abundantly; should I hide you at home so no one else can see but me?"

Unexpectedly, after saying this, a dark light flickered in Cyrus Hawthorne’s obsidian eyes, and he whispered, "That would be perfect; when do you plan to implement it?"

Ann Vaughn was speechless; why did he look somewhat expectant?

Could he have some peculiar fetish?

Meanwhile, at the front of the stairs directly facing the suit shop, a silhouette halted.

"Miss, what’s wrong?" The bodyguard behind asked.

The woman in sunglasses remained silent, staring stonily into the suit shop where the stunningly handsome man lowered his head to kiss the woman’s hair and then held her hand, leaving the store together. Her expression grew increasingly sullen.

They’re actually together again—

How could this be!?