Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 838: Forced Love

[In fact, I am much luckier than my brother. After father passed away, mother hated him, grandfather had too high expectations of him, and as a sister, my reverence for him surpassed my love. Perhaps... no one in this world can truly love him without reservation.]

—Wrong, there is still her.

Ann Vaughn hugged Cyrus Hawthorne’s waist even tighter, her cheek pressed against his warm, broad chest, her eyes shimmering like layers of starlight.

"I love you."

She loves him.

Whether at dawn or dusk, under the blazing sun or the storm, even as the stars fall, my heart is set on you.

Only you.

As Ann Vaughn’s words fell, Cyrus Hawthorne’s body suddenly stiffened, like a meticulously carved sculpture, standing still.

His dark, narrow eyes stalled for a moment, but the next second they were replaced by overwhelming joy, rushing in like a tidal wave.

"...Say it again."

His deep and hoarse voice brushed past Ann Vaughn’s ear, as if suppressing immense delight and a hint of disbelief.

Indeed, disbelief.

Anything involving the words "Ann Vaughn," all of Cyrus Hawthorne’s calmness and composed demeanor would go out the window.

She was the only unpredictable variable in his carefully planned life, also the destined calamity of his life.

And he was willing to bow down to her, willing to serve her.

Ann Vaughn’s small hand involuntarily gripped his black shirt tighter, tilting her head slightly down, her hair covering her flushed cheeks.

She was so shy she felt like she was about to burn up, her fingertips trembled slightly, yet her soft voice was exceptionally firm.

"I love you, more than anything in this world, from the past without an end, and will continue on forever."

Ah.

Cyrus Hawthorne slightly raised his head, his long fingers brushing past the edge of his lips, a thin layer of redness slowly rising on his stunningly handsome face, his narrow eyes unusually wavering.

He suddenly remembered those opponents whose hearts he had shot through, who then slowly died.

—So this is what it feels like to have the heart struck. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Ann Vaughn had no idea what he was thinking, just felt him holding her tighter and tighter, making her almost unable to breathe.

"Remember what you said." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was even hoarser and more magnetic, "If you break your promise, you must bear the consequences."

Indeed, this response was very President Hawthorne-like.

Ann Vaughn deliberately acted mischievous, wickedly asking, "If I break my promise, what will you do?"

Seeing her naughty side returning, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes smiled, lowered his head, and kissed her rosy lips, "If I can’t have your heart, I’ll have your body."

"But we’ve already played this imprisonment game, how about changing it to enforcing love then, doesn’t that just sound exciting?" Ann theatrically kissed Cyrus Hawthorne’s chin, laughing frivolously.

If it weren’t for her still carrying injuries, she might really be "enforced with love" right now.

"And oh..." Ann Vaughn lifted her head to approach Cyrus Hawthorne’s ear, her eyes curved as she said, "Quinn, your heart was racing just now, two hundred miles per hour, was your mood a thump-thump-thump...?"

Before she could finish her teasing, Ann Vaughn was pressed into The Archfiend’s embrace, her chatterbox sealed shut fiercely.

Deserved it!

...

Ann Vaughn found the Phoenix Bone powder sent by Eli Sheridan interesting, initially planning to secretly keep it for future research.

But her good uncle applied it to her wound, wiping off her foundation and revealing the wound underneath.

Ann Vaughn suspected his hand might have been smeared with makeup remover, but had to apply the Phoenix Bone powder under their watchful eyes.

"Brother, Uncle, superstition is unreliable, there’s not even a phoenix in this world, where would a Phoenix Bone come from." Ann Vaughn muttered while applying it, "We should believe in science, believe in the everlasting light of socialism shining on us."

Ian Vaughn: "..."

Eli Sheridan: "..."

Indeed, after hearing those legendary stories and the "Mermaid Princess" incident, Ann Vaughn was the only one who still believed in science.

But often there are many things that science cannot explain.

"Where’s Cyrus Hawthorne? You’re hurt like this and he still has the mind to go to the company?" Not seeing Cyrus Hawthorne in the ward, Eli Sheridan narrowed his eyes, expressing some displeasure.

Ann Vaughn screwed on the bottle and explained after hearing his words, "I insisted he go, there are doctors and nurses here, Kenny and Vera White will also come to keep me company, why should he stay here?"

However, Bella Hawthorne still needed to film and rushed over only after finishing with her crew’s work.

Ann Vaughn knew Bella Hawthorne felt guilty because of the message incident, her nature was simple, and even though the message was sent under her name, and wasn’t much related to her personally, she felt she should bear some responsibility.

Unable to persuade her otherwise, Ann Vaughn let her be.

"Sweetie is at a critical time of recovering psychologically, needing constant accompaniment and comfort, in this regard, he’s lacking." Ian Vaughn also said.

Whether it was Ann Vaughn’s illusion or not, her own brother and uncle... seemed to have strong opinions on Cyrus Hawthorne.

This was not a good signal!

Ann Vaughn shivered all over and hurriedly said, "I’m perfectly fine, eating with great relish! And I prefer tranquility; if someone is beside me all the time, I would actually feel uncomfortable!"

Ian Vaughn’s gaze at her became even softer, "There’s no need to pretend you’re all right just to set our minds at ease."

"After all, he’s not family, there’s a difference between close and distant; you can’t expect too much from outsiders. Once your condition stabilizes, why not come back to Marinia with us?" Eli Sheridan said.

Ann Vaughn was at a loss, almost bursting into tears.

She really wasn’t forcing herself, she really was fine!

Cyrus Hawthorne practically took care of her like a child unable to carry or lift anything, spoil her any more, and she feared she’d rebel!

Regarding bringing Ann Vaughn back to Marinia, Ian Vaughn and Eli Sheridan weren’t particularly in a hurry.

Anyway... heh.

The uncle and nephew exchanged a smile, then changed the topic: "Sweetie, you asked Cyrus Hawthorne to release Miyi Yates, what are you planning?"

"You already knew." Ann Vaughn didn’t plan on hiding it from them, "Someone like Miyi Yates, keeping her confined and tormented might actually harden her resolve."

"She’s done so many malicious things, merely physical torment isn’t enough to pay for her sins— I want her to collapse mentally, until she can never stand up again."

Breaking someone down mentally is far more lethal than physically.

The knees can bend to kneel and then rise again, but once the heart gives in, then that person is completely finished.

Ian Vaughn nodded thoughtfully, "That’s good too, though keeping such a person ultimately poses a risk."

"Making her disappear quietly is not difficult, just one less person." Eli Sheridan fondled the Buddha Beads with a gentle smile, "But it’s more important to vent for Sweetie."