Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 842: No Acting Cute Allowed

Ann Vaughn didn’t know about this matter, and neither did Charlotte Hawthorne nor Clara Hawthorne find it strange.

This wasn’t something honorable; it’s obvious that Cyrus Hawthorne wouldn’t possibly tell her.

Thus, Charlotte Hawthorne briefly recounted everything that happened that day to Ann Vaughn.

Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened in disbelief, filled with shock and incredulity.

No wonder, from the moment she entered the main family until now, the attitude of everyone from the elders to the servants was unbelievably kind; it wasn’t just enthusiasm but carried a sense of making amends.

And no wonder the Hawthorne Family often looked at her with inexplicable pity.

Not only did they harbor no ill feelings towards her, but they seemed worried she might feel uncomfortable and never treated her coldly at all...

Ann Vaughn always thought they acted overly kind due to Cyrus Hawthorne, making it impossible for anyone to fault their behavior towards her.

But she never would have thought—

While she was still worrying about this matter, Cyrus Hawthorne had quietly taken care of everything.

Leaving her without a single worry in the world.

But he, instead, took several harsh beatings from Grandpa Hawthorne and was punished to kneel in the study room for a full two hours to reflect.

Suddenly, the image of that day when Cyrus Hawthorne went to Bamboo Creek Villa to find her emerged in Ann Vaughn’s mind.

His handsome face appeared slightly pale and weary, seemingly lacking energy, yet his deep eyes still shone brightly as if he had completed some significant task.

Turns out, he shielded all the negative impacts just to protect her.

——This fool!

Seeing Ann Vaughn’s eyes rimmed red, Charlotte Hawthorne hurriedly handed her a tissue.

"Don’t cry, the old man has already given him a good scolding for you. I know you’re upset, that’s why I told you all this, so you can decide whether to stay with him or not."

Clara Hawthorne also added, "During dinner, I noticed he seemed cold to you, which annoyed me. But judging by his actions in bringing you to the main family, it’s clear he’s not entirely unfeeling towards you."

"Can such feelings put food on the table? Even if he were my own nephew, I wouldn’t let him squander such a wonderful girl like Annie."

"You can’t say that, maybe he only realized what he had after losing it?"

The two started arguing back and forth.

Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned, no wonder at the dining table earlier, Cyrus Hawthorne seemed a bit cold.

It was all for show for others.

Before they could come to a conclusion, Ann Vaughn couldn’t hold back and stood up, "I’m going to find Cyrus Hawthorne!"

Before Charlotte Hawthorne could stop her, Ann Vaughn had already dashed off, looking anxious, "They won’t end up fighting, will they? Annie’s so gentle, she might not win an argument against Cian; he has a knack for infuriating people with just words."

Clara Hawthorne glanced at her, "You shouldn’t have told her; it only adds to her sadness."

"I told her so she would feel a bit better inside. Since Cian was young, Grandpa always praised him more than the others, and when have you ever seen him lay a hand on Cian?"

He only verbally criticizes; there’s no telling how content Grandpa is with Cyrus Hawthorne deep down.

That one time was the exception when the old man actually hit him. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Even now, recalling it, Charlotte Hawthorne found it hard to believe.

If what Clara said is true and Cyrus Hawthorne only learned to cherish after losing—then it’s probably over, just Grandpa’s hurdle is impossible to get past!

...

Ann Vaughn found Cyrus Hawthorne at the terrace on the second floor.

On the clear terrace, he was leaning against the white, ornate railing, his figure tall and imposing within the black suit, exuding a lazy elegance, undeniably eye-catching.

It was almost impossible to tear her gaze away from him.

"Quinn!" Ann Vaughn suppressed the sour feeling in her heart and called out happily, then threw herself at Cyrus Hawthorne’s back.

Hearing the footsteps, Cyrus Hawthorne turned sideways, catching her fully in his embrace, his back pressed against the railing due to the momentum, though he paid no attention to the mild pain.

"Running and jumping around when you’re not healed yet?" His voice was low, "Stand properly, no acting cute."

Ann Vaughn’s head nestled against his chest, and upon hearing this, her eyes rolled about shrewdly, and then she suddenly held her wrist, "Ah, it hurts so much!"

Cyrus Hawthorne’s slit eyes tightened, completely forgetting his ongoing phone call, as he steadied Ann Vaughn’s posture and checked her wound.

But Ann Vaughn pulled her hand behind her back.

"It hurts so bad, I need a kiss to make it better," she looked at him pitifully.

Cyrus Hawthorne: "..."

He almost laughed out loud, flicking her smooth forehead lightly, "I told you, no acting cute."

Ann Vaughn puckered her rosy lips, "So are you going to kiss or not?"

The way she pouted adorably in demand for a kiss was so rare, almost unprecedented.

Even Cyrus Hawthorne was tempted by her demanding demeanor, yet he still pondered, what had suddenly gotten into her?

"If I may say..." From the still-open phone call came Julian Ford’s distant voice, "Are people trending on luring dogs in just to slaughter them nowadays?"

He howled out in tears!

With Julian Ford’s interruption, Cyrus Hawthorne remembered the call was still connected; he quickly swiped his long finger across the screen to hang up.

On the other end, Julian Ford: "..." Don’t think just because you hung up that I don’t know what you two are up to!

Of course, whatever he dared imagine was undoubtedly unpublishable (just kidding).

As soon as the call ended, Cyrus Hawthorne leaned forward to capture Ann Vaughn’s slightly pouting lips, savoring the delicious taste before him.

Ann Vaughn’s heart raced wildly; although this wasn’t their first kiss, this time felt electrifying, sending a tingling sensation through her entire body, shaking her heart to its core.

She inadvertently opened her mouth to meet his kiss, her bashfulness enticingly tempted him like ripened forbidden fruit, begging to be picked.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s slit eyes deepened, a burning undercurrent welled up in his eyes, ready to erupt the moment the opportunity arose...

"Ahem, ahem."

Suddenly, two soft coughs came from the front of the terrace.

They instantly broke the intense moment shared by the two, disrupting the romantic atmosphere in the air.

Released by Cyrus Hawthorne, Ann Vaughn was left breathless, her cheeks flushed so red they seemed capable of dripping blood, enchantingly beautiful.

But when she turned around and saw Ian Vaughn and Eli Sheridan standing not far away, she almost faded away in embarrassment!

"Brother, brother, brother..." Ann Vaughn instinctively hid behind Cyrus Hawthorne, clutching her burning cheeks and let out a low groan, "No need to save me, I’m done for."

The heavens are out to get her!

Cyrus Hawthorne couldn’t help but chuckle, holding her warm little hand, then raised his head to look at the two with unpleasant expressions on their faces.