Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 843: Insensible to Romance

"Do you two have something to say?"

Ian Vaughn stared at the faint lipstick mark on Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips, and coldly chuckled.

While they just played a game of chess with the old man, this jerk actually took Sweetie away!

How could he not be furious!

"Sweetie," Eli Sheridan smiled at the corner of his mouth, but the Buddha Beads in his hand snapped with a crackling sound, "It’s getting late, it’s not appropriate for us to continue disturbing people here, should we head back?"

With one sentence, he drew a boundary between them, while also indirectly warning Cyrus Hawthorne.

He and Ann Vaughn are no longer married.

If it was before, when they were legitimately married, Eli Sheridan wouldn’t have much to say.

Now, however, it’s a different matter entirely.

Cyrus Hawthorne slightly furrowed his brows but did not show displeasure at Eli Sheridan’s words, only a bit of helplessness.

The relationship between him and Ann Vaughn is indeed the biggest problem right now.

Ian Vaughn withdrew his gaze and looked at Ann Vaughn, who was shyly hiding behind Cyrus Hawthorne, and gently said, "Sweetie, Kenny is still waiting for us in the car."

As soon as she heard Kenny’s name, Ann Vaughn, who planned to hide behind Cyrus Hawthorne forever until the sea dried up and the rocks crumbled, slowly stepped out.

Her porcelain white, delicate face was still terribly flushed, with even her slender neck showing a layer of cherry pink; her eyes wet and dewy, just like a small animal.

"Okay," she replied softly without daring to lift her head.

In her heart, she had smacked her little cartoon self a thousand times.

How could you flirt foolishly! How could you flirt foolishly!

"Let’s go," Eli Sheridan took Ann Vaughn by the arm, glanced warily at Cyrus Hawthorne, and led her away from here.

Taking his sister away from this scheming man was the utmost priority.

...

Until Ian Vaughn and Eli Sheridan sent Ann Vaughn into the apartment, they did not question her but reminded her to take a hot bath to relax and not to stay up too late.

The awkwardness in Ann Vaughn’s heart instantly dissipated, gradually turning into warmth.

Though she’s long ceased to be a child, she’ll always surrender to gentleness.

"Brother, Uncle, be careful on the road, and make sure the driver is careful too!" She waved her little hand at them, watched them enter the elevator, then went inside the apartment.

After carrying Little Dumpling to the children’s room and returning to her own room, Ann Vaughn remembered how much Ian Vaughn and Eli Sheridan had drunk tonight. She picked up her phone and called the hotel front desk, asking them to prepare some sober-up soup for their rooms.

"Ring~" Just as Ann Vaughn put down her phone, planning to go to the bathroom for a wash, her phone rang again.

It was a call from Bella Hawthorne.

Ann Vaughn’s scalp reflexively tightened, and upon answering, she lowered her voice and asked, "Tiger covers the sky?"

On the other end, there seemed to be surprise at her words, stunned for quite a while before tentatively replying, "...Chicken stewed with mushrooms?"

Now it was Ann Vaughn’s turn to be silent.

Why did the words "chicken stewed with mushrooms" sound so familiar to her?

It must be an illusion.

"Alright, let’s use this code from now on,"

Bella Hawthorne chuckled, "Sister-in-law, you’re too funny, but this is good, saving me from being tricked by those malicious people!"

Ann Vaughn gave her a thumbs-up for the enlightenment and then asked, "Why are you still up so late?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Ah! Well, the other night at the Aurelia Club, I ran into Miyi Yates, and then..." Bella Hawthorne recounted that night’s events to Ann Vaughn.

She spoke with a touch of lingering fear.

Holly Hanson’s reputation in the circle is infamously dirty, with her capability and morals inversely proportional, yet many young stars have been popularized by her, allowing her to coexist peacefully until now.

Her means to promote people, are nothing but unwritten rules.

Her artists have rebelled against it, and once even almost took it to court, only later resolved by Holly Hanson.

Ultimately, that artist did gain popularity, but soon faded due to depression, leaving the dirty private matters unknown.

If it hadn’t been for Dylan Mercer suddenly appearing the other night, Bella Hawthorne would likely have been sold to those filthy old men by Holly Hanson.

Bella Hawthorne originally thought being taken away by Dylan Mercer would force Holly Hanson to reluctantly back down, which would be the best outcome.

But who knew—

"Miyi Yates slapped Holly Hanson, so she pushed her into that private room?!" Ann Vaughn was shocked, goosebumps rising on her skin.

According to Bella Hawthorne’s description, there were supposedly three "big gold legs" as Holly Hanson called them inside that private room.

Bella Hawthorne’s heart pounded rapidly, her palms sweating, "I didn’t expect it either, sister-in-law, I..."

"Don’t panic," Ann Vaughn steadied her nerves, comforting her: "This isn’t your fault. On the contrary, if nobody had helped you then, Miyi Yates would have used your weak points to push you into the jaws of danger."

"Besides, this is a conflict between her and Holly Hanson; it has nothing to do with you."

Reaping what they sow, unworthy of sympathy.

Ann Vaughn isn’t a saint, how could she let her compassion extend to Miyi Yates?

Bella Hawthorne’s throat tightened, but after hearing Ann Vaughn’s words, she felt much better.

It wasn’t that her compassion was overwhelming; rather, the tale spun by the club’s staff had drenched her back in cold sweat and led her mind to wander aimlessly.

Still, thinking it over, had Miyi Yates not actively sought trouble, would she have faced such outcomes?

If not for Dylan Mercer and a consensus between Miyi Yates and Holly Hanson, Bella Hawthorne could almost foresee what her fate would have been...

"If you’re still anxious, make yourself a cup of hot milk, play some soothing, easy-listening music, and gently massage your temples, which can also help ease." Ann Vaughn truly feared this silly girl wouldn’t sleep well tonight.

"I’ve finished bathing, thank you, sister-in-law," Bella Hawthorne replied cheerfully.

After hanging up, Bella Hawthorne followed Ann Vaughn’s advice, and soon the room was filled with relaxing piano music.

As she carried a cup of warm milk back to the bedroom, she noticed her phone screen lighting up.

- Dylan Mercer: How’s it going, need my round-the-clock hug service?

Bella Hawthorne replied: Instead of fixating on this, why not consider the lengthening time we’re exchanging for?

— Dylan Mercer: Tsk, unromantic.

...

At the Yates Family, in the room on the left side of the second floor.

After staying two days in a VIP single-room hospital ward but unable to afford the costly fees, Miyi Yates could only return home to nurse her injuries.

But anyone with eyes could see the deadening aura around her, no longer the elegant, graceful self, nor the innate nobility from days past.

The exposed skin was covered with bright red marks, be it bite marks or bruise marks, the mingled colors evident on her skin, making it clear to anyone how they came to be.