Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 828: Need a Title

Cyrus Hawthorne laughed softly, his warm palm tousling her long hair, "What silly things are you saying."

The fact that she could safely return to his side was already kindness from the heavens.

"Oh right, the marriage contract!" Snuggled in Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms for quite a while, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered and asked nervously, "Did you finalize your marriage with Miyi Yates while I was in a coma?!"

Her tense little appearance was like a squirrel whose winter food was stolen, adorable yet soft in a way that made one want to tease her.

A trace of laughter flickered in Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep, narrow eyes, but it was difficult to notice, as he calmly retorted, "What if I did?"

No way?!

Ann Vaughn’s expression at that moment was like Kenny’s embarrassment when the fat fish all swam away, feeling as if the sky were falling.

"At worst..." Ann Vaughn tightly pressed her red lips, suppressing the bitterness in her heart and petulantly raised her voice, "At worst, I will crash the wedding and run away with the groom, let’s see who Miyi Yates marries then!"

Even if Miyi Yates held the marriage contract, it wouldn’t matter if the groom ran away with her!

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was a great idea. Ann Vaughn reached out with her small hand to grab Cyrus Hawthorne’s tie and asked fiercely, "Tell me, are you planning to marry her or elope with me?"

If there were someone else present, they might have already burst into laughter.

Yet Cyrus Hawthorne remained composed and calmly indifferent, with nothing evident on his face, "Elope requires a certain status."

"What status?"

"The advanced status of a fiancé."

"...If your status were advanced, would we need to elope?"

"That’s why it’s necessary to solve this problem at its root."

Is that so?

Why did Ann Vaughn always feel like this man was definitely tricking her?

"Why do I feel like you never got engaged to Miyi Yates?" Ann Vaughn scratched her chin, confused.

By rights, given Cyrus Hawthorne’s tactics and temperament, he would be the one controlling others.

No way anyone could control him?

A playful smile rose in Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes, "Your feeling is correct."

Ann Vaughn: "..."

Ann Vaughn: "???"

She finally reacted, lunging at him to scratch him, "You’re bullying me again!!"

Before she could pounce up, Cyrus Hawthorne pressed her back down, his force gentle and soft, avoiding hurting her injuries.

"Stop being troublesome." He admonished lightly, holding the little explosive-like Ann Vaughn tightly in his arms, not allowing her to act foolishly, "Want to tear your wound open?"

Ann Vaughn then begrudgingly settled down, reaching out to pinch his slender waist hard, "That’s for tricking me!"

"Ahem, ahem." A somewhat awkward cough sounded.

Turning her head, she saw Julian Ford and Evan Sawyer.

"Sis-in-law, you finally woke up." Julian Ford placed the gift he brought for visiting on the table, scratching his head apologetically, "Are we interrupting?"

Feeling like they interrupted the intimate time of his brother and sis-in-law.

Ann Vaughn was embarrassed, quickly wave her hand, "No, no, it’s fine that you’re here, no need to bring gifts."

"Sis-in-law, you finally woke up. If you hadn’t, my brother almost tore down the hospital." Evan Sawyer patted his chest with lingering fear, while pushing aside Julian Ford’s gift to make room for his supplements.

Ann Vaughn thought they were joking and didn’t take it seriously.

What she didn’t know was that when Julian Ford and Evan Sawyer sent her to the hospital, she was nearly beyond rescue, and the doctor issued a critical condition notice, expecting the family to prepare themselves mentally.

Later, Cyrus Hawthorne arrived, bringing along the family’s medical team, and together they successfully saved her.

At the time, Cyrus Hawthorne showed no anger or any extreme behavior and words.

He was very calm.

To what extent was he calm?

If Ann Vaughn couldn’t be saved, everyone would accompany her in death, while he resolutely would follow her on the road.

What is truly terrifying is often not the apparent calm on the surface.

But rather the raging storm hidden beneath the sea.

Once it starts, it results in a bloody storm.

No matter how much Julian Ford complained to Ann Vaughn, she refused to believe.

She turned to look at Cyrus Hawthorne, his eyes focused on her, filled with tender brilliance, making one feel like the dark clouds in the heart were scattered, wrapped in layers of warmth.

"Quinn isn’t that kind of person!" Ann Vaughn stated with certainty.

Julian Ford: "..." Alright, dog’s life isn’t a life.

Evan Sawyer patted Julian Ford’s back, laughing and scolding him, "You’re still complaining, didn’t you say sis-in-law was a mermaid, wondering if she should be braised or steamed?"

Cyrus Hawthorne’s sharp gaze fell on Julian Ford, slightly narrowing.

A shiver ran up Julian Ford’s spine, he stomped hard on Evan Sawyer’s foot.

"Don’t talk nonsense! Am I that kind of person? If I really harbored such wicked thoughts, could I have saved a water ghost?"

"...Water ghost?" Ann Vaughn looked confused.

Before Evan Sawyer could speak, Julian Ford hurriedly added, "Sis-in-law, this guy said you were a water ghost, almost making me toss you back into the water, his fault!"

"Damn The Third Ford, is our bond so fragile?"

"Plastic brotherhood, don’t you know?"

"...I’ll strangle you!"

Cyrus Hawthorne frowned slightly, casting a warning glance at them, "Noisy."

The two silly guys ceased their bickering, but couldn’t resist saying, "Clearly worried we’re disturbing sis-in-law."

Hmph, a big flirt.

Ann Vaughn almost laughed herself to death, rubbing her sore cheeks, she said to them, "If it weren’t for you happening to be there, I might have had a tragic end. Truly thank you."

Given her physical strength at that time, she had reached her limit just swimming out of the water.

Though the riverbank she saw before closing her eyes wasn’t far, it seemed like an insurmountable chasm to her, as if she would never touch it.

At that time, she truly thought she was going to die.

If she hadn’t met the plastic brothers fishing by the riverbank at night, she could imagine how her end would be.

Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but grip Cyrus Hawthorne’s warm hand tightly, feeling the endless heat flowing from his palm, the unease and fear in her heart reduced greatly.

"Sis-in-law, don’t say that, great difficulty often leads to good fortune. Sis-in-law looks like someone blessed with luck, so what does a little trouble matter." Evan Sawyer said with a grin.

Julian Ford unusually didn’t argue with him, instead nodding in agreement.

They shared life-and-death camaraderie with Cyrus Hawthorne, although not blood brothers, their bond surpassed that.

She was Cyrus Hawthorne’s beloved woman, naturally they would treat her as family, sincerely.

So, this small matter truly didn’t concern them, nor did they think to ask for credit.

Cyrus Hawthorne brushed the back of Ann Vaughn’s neck, his voice smiling as he said to her, "They’re used to being cheeky, if you’re polite they’ll feel awkward."